
The Proprietor is replacing a keyboard rendered inert by forehead dents, likewise an external display unimproved by its short flight across the office, and sucking lozenges to ease a throat scratchy from screaming.
And all this is despite having enjoyed a news fast since putting the computer and Himself to sleep Sunday night, the beginning of a state of willful ignorance that persists, yea, even unto this gloriously subfreezing morning in The Year of Our Lard 2025.
Please continue to hold.

With this dotard in charge, we all might end up eating the “government cheese.”
It’s gonna be a marathon, not a sprint. An ultramarathon. The question is, will we be running to something or away from it?
Patrick]
When we moved to Seattle after our sad departure from CO. back in the day, we connected with a group of cyclists that included a crazy old dude that organized wonderful rides, etc. His name was Dave Rudo, he was a dentist and he looked like Albert Einstein. He invented Ribbond, a widely used product in the science of dentistry. He also had a wonderful sense of humour. He pronounced the word . . . diffuckulties or diffuculties. Not sure of the exact spelling, but I think you get the gist
Make It a Great Day,
MP
That reminded me of an old “Kids in the Hall” skit.