Well, I don’t know about you, but we had a pretty good Friday the 13th yesterday.

We got a spot of rain, but not during my bike ride. We weren’t grounded in some airport, awaiting intelligence (har de har har) from Markwayne BillyBob and Sean Doofus. And at long last national embarrassment Lauren Boebert finally lost her job — in a district practically tailor-made for her — to retired Rear Adm. Eileen Laubacher, who holed Boebert’s party boat below the waterline and (it is to be hoped) sent her to the political equivalent of Davy Jones’s Locker.

Also, Herself, who has a a side hustle as a reseller of this and that, disposed of an item for a friend at a scandalous price and the friend couldn’t be happier.

So, winning, etc., et al., and so on and so forth.

I made soup, and Herself made cornbread, so we were sitting in the fabled catbird seat watching “The Lowdown” as our two new crape myrtles got a little agua free-a from on high. Hit it, Jonathan. …