Politics Carved Off To The SubStack

Slowly and admittedly painfully, I am starting to get a handle on the platforms and Project(s); what they really mean and are for, and (thus) how to best present them, and where … how.

I keep manual text file backups of all the posts here. Part of what I decided was not to do that, at the pure-politics version of the substack. Just like with Twitter, that’s solely a venting spot. For now. Nobody cares, probably not even me, once it has been spit out.

Tomorrow is a warm-winter day, by which I mean that it may struggle up to sixty degrees.

Today I’m just making myself ready for that.

I burned two hundreds worth of money I might or might not have, on an Azure order. Including a dozen cans of that Bar Harbor herring.

The cats got very well fed after a 9-degree night.

That was about as much as I was able to manage under the half-lit sunless skies, and it was enough.