major dad and I are through shoving and wrestling each other aside to be the first to throw ourself off the roof, and Bingley’s merely occupied on Wallstreet (REALLY! He IS!) trying to keep his company afloat from borrowed bank office roomspace/ad-hoc communications hub after the first floor of his office building and most of the commodities at the dock literally went afloat. (Some perspective here)
So we’ve been PRE-occupied.
Had our cathartic meeting Monday night of the Escambia County Republican Executive Committee. No alcohol, just cookies. Probably smart.
And then Kcruella hit town this weekend, fighting flood, winter storm, early push-back, and an unscheduled night in D.C. to celebrate the Marine Corps birthday with us, come Hell or all that high water.
I’ll pick up the slack.