Another Sad Day

Between the plague and the corrosive antics of the President I haven't felt like writing. Today I buried a beautiful calico who had been hit by a car on Weakley Hollow Rd. She is the third one buried this month in the new plot in front of the house. One was a very young kitten Laurie found abandoned, who lived the night and died in the morning. The other was hit by a car on Rte 609. 

If the country had been in the Big Sort before, we are now facing each other with clenched fists. Donald Trump really could commit murder and not lose a supporter. However, the same is true for Joe Biden at his point. The camps are that far apart. The smart money isn’t waiting for the election; it’s waiting to litigate the election. 

Post debate, my money will be on Donald Trump unless he has an uncharacteristic meltdown, which his brain may be moving toward. Yesterday he was barely coherent, but tonight's Mark Levin show will probably dub him a genius. For those who don’t tune in to right wing radio, I will quote Sun Tzu: “Know your enemy.” Joe Biden’s measured, shaky responses scare me. They sound like a guy who used to have it.