Gary is beginning to say: I am going to miss this. The madness and ridiculous claims. This is what red glitter party hats and alcohol can do for our mood.

Yes, we are not entirely responsible.

The “witch hunt” has landed. We turned the baby tree lights on and the sky in the west is cherry red. It took him forty-five minutes to say “beautiful.”

It took him an hour to say “the rapist and murderers” from Mexico. I will say that my Hispanic students, regardless of nationality, were good people. Oh yes, the “most racist president,” a “dog whistle.” The treatment of drug history or incarceration—oh, my goodness, Biden admitted a mistake. Trump keeps blaming Biden for every single thing (including a lot of imaginary things) that happened in past administrations. Obama’s was never allowed to do what it needed to do. The Republican Congress explicitly and deliberately (thank Mitch) obstructed every single thing the Obama administration tried to pass.

“Many other things.”

Biden attempts to be a reasonable human being; Trump says whatever occurs to him at the time.

Biden is hope, Trump is despair.

“”He’s actually president of the Unites States. I can’t believe it!”

We are watching New Tricks and then something funny to get the taste out of our mouth. Fortunately it’s about old bands from the 69s/70s (Blind Faith and Cream, the original Fleetwood Mac and someone playing a righthand guitar upside down and backwards) and so Gary keeps commenting about the guitars.