Witless

  

I have no photographs.  I just spent an hour looking for something to post, and I haven't anything.  So this.  Not a good photo, just something.  

I wonder if they will name any airports after him.  Trump, I mean.  

Remember the good old days when things were merely bad?  Boy, that was nice, right?  

I woke up hours ago.  As soon as I write this, I'm going back to bed.  It has looked like Ohio here for days now.  It is impossible to get the damp chill out of your bones.  

I'm tired and witless.  I'm not even going to try.