Today’s count of dead mice brought to the backyard: three. I saw Smokey bring one out of the brush this morning. Then, early in the afternoon, I found one dead, unknown which cat was responsible. Then, just minutes ago, Loki came bounding over the fence from the brush, a dead mouse in his mouth. Thankfully, he dropped it before coming into the house.
That’s it for the day. The cats are not going out again.
I took a simple walk, nothing too strenuous. I also decided to scope out some of the Superior National Hiking trails west of Norton Park, just above the DWP Trail. It was an enjoyable walk on a beautiful day.
(NYT) Former President Donald J. Trump said on Monday that the F.B.I. had searched his Palm Beach, Fla., home and had broken open a safe — an account that, if accurate, would be a dramatic escalation in the various investigations into the former president.
I don’t think Nixon experienced a raid during Watergate.
Speaking of which, isn’t today the 48th Anniversary of Nixon’s resignation?
I think not! *
However, for all you professional and amateur conspiracy theorists – have at it!
There’s a quote associated with Ram Dass; ”We are all just walking each other home.” But it misses an important point; until we all get home, we are alone, even amongst a crowd. It is when we are home that we are no longer alone.
So, here’s the question – where is home for you?
Home is not a house. It is not a place. It is a who. And my home is in Green Bay.
I miss her so very, very much.
Oh, don’t mind me. I didn’t get much sleep, so I’m emotional.