Exhausted

     Forgive me, Gentle Readers. I overdid it massively these past two days and am on the verge of collapse. I’m taking the weekend off from just about everything. Look for fresh drivel here on Monday at the earliest.

     Have a good weekend.

Snow Day

Forgive me, Gentle Reader. I'm pooped.

See you tomorrow, I hope.

Day Off

     I need some downtime. This old age stuff is wearing. Back tomorrow, I hope. Meanwhile, pray for Scott Adams: that he depart peacefully from this life, and that his soul find its way into God's arms.

I Got Nothin’

     It’s going to be one of those days. I’m very tired, have chores up the wazoo, and no desire whatsoever to address them. So please, enjoy your Monday... if that’s not a contradiction in terms... and check back tomorrow.

Day Off

     Having reviewed the various topics I have in mind for new pieces, I’ve decided to take the rest of today, September 21, 2025, off to read and reflect. Enjoy your Sunday.

Day Mostly Off

     I’m allocating today to other things, but before I go, have two pictures that follow the thread of my more recent tirades here. The first is from the United States Code, by way of A Nod To The Gods: (Click for a more easily readable version.)

     The second is somewhat more direct. I swiped it from David De Gerolamo:

     Have a nice day.

Day Off…Mostly

Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping,
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet,
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming....

[Noted New York City poet and quondam entertainer Robert Zimmerman]

     The above verse describes me rather well this morning, so I’ll be taking a day off from this dive. However, as regards The One And Only Topic On Anyone’s Mind, have a few links of particular interest:

• The CDC Confesses to Lying About COVID-19 Death Numbers
• “We’ve taken a very liberal approach to mortality.”
• Resilience and the Total Cost of Coronavirus
• What Is Counted And What Is Not

     I’ll probably be back bright and early tomorrow. Until then, be well.

Day Off

A Decalogue Of Disgruntlement:

My lawn tractor won’t start.
We’re almost out of firewood.
It’s time to clean the fireplace.
My cleaning lady retired yesterday.
Spiders have colonized my front porch.
There are raccoons in the eaves of my barn.
The hot water heater isn’t heating the water.
Vendors keep sending me cardboard to recycle.
My dog Sophie, a nine year old German Shepherd mix, is limping again.
My dog Precious, a nine year old Pit Bull mix, keeps tracking mud into the house.

     And, as a cherry to go on top of the slag heap, at 4:51 AM EDT I discovered that we’re completely out of coffee.

     I need a day to cope. See you tomorrow.

Day Off

     Dig this: The office of the New York City Medical Examiner announced that it has completed its autopsy on the late Jeffrey Epstein, but that it cannot determine the cause of Epstein’s death without additional information.

     Brain overheating. Fingers and toes spasming. Steam pouring out ears. Back tomorrow, I hope.

Day Off

     Apologies, Gentle Reader. I’ve had a very poor night, and many necessities impinge – especially preparing for having my floors refinished, and preparing to pay for having them refinished – so I shan’t be posting today. See you tomorrow.

Day Off

     The Wise and the Mad is going very well at the moment, so I’m taking the day off from blogging – possibly more than one day – to concentrate on it. Back soon.

Day Off

     For the past few days I’ve been having an unusual degree of trouble sleeping. In consequence, what I’ve been able to concoct for Liberty’s Torch has struck me as sub-par, barely coherent. As I feel that I’m likely to be similarly afflicted today, I think I’ll step away from the keyboard before the wurdz stert murphng twurd totl gibbrdumphz...

     Xrwt? Xrwt?

Day Off

     Though young, 2019 has already been rather hectic, and I find that I need a day or two to rest. Enjoy your Saturday. I hope to be back tomorrow.

Down Time

     I dislike to do this – regular Gentle Readers are aware that I don’t do it often – but I need to take some time away from Liberty’s Torch. Tragedies and assorted less-than-tragic difficulties are being heaped up around me. Losing my best friend was only the beginning. I’m finding it difficult to cope with all of it and still produce reasonably coherent drivel for this blog.

     I’ll be back when I’ve cleared some quiet space around me. I have to settle enough of the Sturm und Drang to be able to think without immediately needing to get on my knees and pray for deliverance. Meanwhile, enjoy the emissions from Colonel Bunny, Linda Fox, and my other, all-too-seldom Co-Conspirators.

     All my best,
     Fran

Day Off

     I’m badly overburdened and already exhausted, Gentle Reader, so there’ll be nothing from me today. Enjoy a day off from my blather.

Day Off

     The C.S.O. and I have decided to take advantage of:

1. The beautiful weather;
2. A gift card she has for a ritzy restaurant;

     ...so I’ll be away from Cyclops for a while. Enjoy your Saturday and check back tomorrow.

Day Off

     My beloved wife often speaks of her “Crazy Tuesdays,” because on Tuesdays she visits a client who hasn’t seen her since the previous Thursday, and somehow things always go haywire – fiscally, not religiously – for them over the weekend. Well, today it’s my turn for a Crazy Tuesday – mostly home-maintenance and mechanical stuff – in recognition of which please allow me a day off from the blog. I hope to be back tomorrow. Until then, be well.

Day Off

     I’m simply exhausted and need a little down time. Back tomorrow.

Day Off

The weather here is windy, loud, and terrifying, I’m exhausted from an unexpectedly strenuous weekend, and I have nothing imperative to write about. See you tomorrow, I hope.

Day Off

     Perhaps you suspected one of these was coming. In any case, I’m swamped, and feeling a bit under-powered as well. I expect I’ll be back tomorrow.