A very short post this morning, my friends.

Random thoughts:

It’s finally here. The day that seemed so far off in this endless four years of grift and lies and crimes and corruption is here. It feels like Christmas morning here at the cottage.

We watched the moving ceremony at the Reflecting Pool that honored all the victims of COVID. I started crying. I imagine I’ll be crying off and on all day today.

I watched Joe Biden tear up during his goodbye in Delaware. Watched him cry as he acknowledged his son, Beau. A man who is not afraid of expressing emotion, a man comfortable enough with who he is to wear his heart on his sleeve – this is a true leader. And we finally have a President and Vice-President who share our grief over 400,000 lives lost.

We have a lot of work to do. But, for the first time in four years, we have a leader who is more interested in us  than he is in himself.

What a concept.

To all the resistors, to all who fought against the cesspool that was the Trump presidency, to all who wrote their representatives, who marched in protest, who called him out, who tweeted, who volunteered on campaigns all over the country, who went door-to-door, who texted, called, rallied and did everything they could to elect Joe Biden – THANK YOU.

We’re here.

Stay safe.

Happy Inauguration Day.

Just a quick update today as I’m getting to this late.

Why?

Because we were on FaceTime with this guy:

(You know how much I love him when I post this even though it contains this picture of me.)

We were solving mysteries.

The mystery of The Bank Vault that Won’t Open (A vault that works as a bank and has a touch pad. He got it for Christmas.) It wasn’t opening and we had to solve the mystery. SOLVED: It needed new batteries. Mere did the drawing of the bank vault.

The other mystery: Which dog, Hank or Bear, threw up in the crate last night. UNSOLVED. I recommended that they label it a Cold Case.

Since Z insisted that detectives use notebooks, Mere got one from her stash and here Z is adding details to the case of the Bank Vault that Won’t Open.

This was a lovely, long and wonderful call and it made our day, so I wasn’t about to leave early and write a post.

Hopefully, I’ll get this one in before the deadline for the email version of the post.

The puzzle is proceeding nicely.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

As you can see, it’s slow going on the puzzle. To be honest, I’m easily distracted these days and I suspect that has a great deal to do with it. I also think that will change over the course of the next week – basically, as soon as we get Biden/Harris safely installed in office.

We had to take a break from Rachel last night. I may listen to the podcast today. There is so much information about QAnon and the insurrectionists that we are digesting. It’s awful and frightening. So we took control and didn’t watch anything news related last night.

Instead we watched Pretend It’s a City,  the 7 part documentary about Fran Lebowitz by Martin Scorsese. Actually, we’ve been watching it for the past few days. I’m a huge fan of Lebowitz. I identify with her take on things. She’s brilliant, a great observer of human nature, an acerbic commentator on society, and she sees the absurdities of daily life. Famously known for not having a cell phone or a computer, she walks the streets of NYC with her head up, observing it as only she can. She’s also a bit of a curmudgeon, which I love. (So am I.)

If this seems like a promo, it isn’t. But I am an unabashed fan and have read much of her commentary. Scorsese filmed an earlier documentary in 2010 about her called Public Speaking. I’d love nothing more than the opportunity to sit down and have a chat with her. Or walk the streets of NYC with her. Pretend It’s a City  is on Netflix.

We’ve also been watching a series called Occupied. It’s a Norwegian series and it’s excellent. We had to take a break, however, because it hit a little too close to home when the assault on the Capitol happened. We’ll get back to it soon.

Other than that, we’re hanging out. Don went to pick up our groceries yesterday and we have a full larder again. But all of that – driving there, picking them up, bringing them home, disinfecting, and putting them away takes a big old chunk of time. We don’t always disinfect these days, but Don watched the guy putting everything in the trunk and felt we should disinfect this time. So we did.

Yet another gray day here, with a bit of rain. I’m over it. I miss the Christmas tree.

He’s been impeached. Now he needs to be imprisoned.

Stay safe.

Happy Thursday.