Yesterday, I wrote 1,224 words on "A Chance of Frogs on Wednesday." I should be able to finish the story today.
After the writing, I spent an hour or so trying to get books shelved in a somewhat orderly fashion. It's seems all but futile. Anyway, I finally gave up and we drove out to Leeds, to take some stuff to my mom's basement. She's kindly letting us store stuff with her. Thank goodness. On the way, heading down I-20, we watched marvelous lightning strikes over the mountains. We took Route 119 home, past Lake Purdy, and then up 280. I took today photo just as we were crossing over the lake.
Last night, after leftover penne, we watched Charles Walters' Summer Stock (1950), with Judy Garland and Gene Kelly (and Phil Silvers).
I've never taken any pleasure in "I told you so." But, as regards the Supreme Court and the "Oh, the injustice! Oh, what can we do now?" wails and gnashing of teeth from Sanders and Stein "progressives" who refused to vote for Clinton, well, I told you so. Clinton told you so. President Obama told you so. This is going to be your Supreme Court exactly as much as it will be the Supreme Court of the people who voted for Trump. You have earned it. You deserve it.
Oh, I almost forgot. We got a new p.o. box yesterday. I'll post it tomorrow.