Back three miles into town for Theia’s brew, and then back up the canyon and climbing up over the Rim once more.

We visited Dusty again, and picked Marmalade back up, because being in the System wasn’t working out for him. He has a room to himself here again now, for a while. Future is, so uncertain.

We got the elusive ‘intermediate’ lightbulbs. We got the hard-to-find little propane canisters for testing the new equipment. We got the vitamin stashes refilled.

At home the recycling overflows, and one more trip across (it costs close to fifty bucks now) may be necessary to alleviate that.

I now have a new coffee grinder. I now have a big stick that you put in a bucket to bring water as high as 180 degrees.

While we drifted in the elysian life of the creek with all the sycamores, history kept happening. Here’s the latest from Primo. This clip was in the video:

So the brain trust’s clarification, even, says Bad Vlad cannot be allowed power over his next door neighbors.

But the formerly unipolar Empire is very much allowed to exercise power even there, half a world away, or anywhere else it likes, because: American exceptionalism.

The most jaundiced among smart observers is wondering aloud now whether these people are deliberately meaning to crash civilization, in order to consolidate their power over everything.

While any subtle miscalculation means that they will be lords of a deadly glowing landscape, sovereign of radroaches.

No marigolds in the promised land.

Any man left on the Rio Grande, he’s the king of the world, as far as I know.