I’m publishing this before the pol post of the 17th or the very strange story of the 18th, because I miss you.

They’re drafted. Sorta.

The strangeness blossomed throughout this day too–a very weird one. But very productive too. I won’t bore you with my organizational details.

I will say that the ‘violets’ here are really morning glory, best I can tell from research.

Also that I am optimistic about the mark of Cain being beat back even farther to the Utahn north, even though I’m apparently being cautioned about the validity of that optimism–okay.

The weather forecasts here are no better than up north, or anywhere probably. At one point they had the day’s monsoon hitting at midnight, and then that went away …

But at ten in the evening, just now, there was a sudden rush of rain bigger than any other since I’ve been down in the montane south.

The hurtling of the negative ions sent me back to the keyboard and to you. Bless the goddess of the clouds.