Sue is at Bywater Lane helping out with sick (although mending) kids.

Well.

It really is too bad that the Squarespace blog document I was working on last night blew up just seconds before I was about to hit SAVE. What I had down in electrons at that time was probably the best writing of the year—lilting, Insightful, humorous, lucid—all that sort of thing. Up there with Calvin Trillin, if I do say so myself.

But, then it blew up, and once that happens one tends to feel deflated and disinclined to try to go back and re-write. Certainly, I should have, but I just couldn’t, so now the world is a lesser place. Sorry about that.

Today was not nearly so interesting, (fortunately). Although yesterday was good for material material development, I would not want to groundhog-day it again and again, or even repeat it once.

So, on to today. Snow, but amounting to nothing. Sue in Fox Point helping out with Katy and Will who have hoof and mouth disease (though now rapidly improving) (adults don’t seem to get it).

I tried taking Pax for a walk in the prairie, but he heard noises and vetoed that idea.

Speaking of vetoes—at the present moment in history, this week, we have the president of our nation, a leader respected around the world, in Paris working hard to persuade delegates from everywhere else (some of whom are seeing their countries sinking beneath the ocean) to come together and adopt a program that will keep the planet from boiling over, thus giving our kids and grandkids a chance at survival. But meanwhile, back in Washington, the gang of oil-and-coal-financed Republican thugs in Congress are passing legislation intended to directly cut him down, and announcing to the world that we don’t give a damn. Money and re-election first, far more important than a livable planet.

I worked one summer in high school for the Crystal Lake sewer department, and as my boss was there was wont to say, dozens of time a day, "holy horse shit."