Yesterday, to celebrate the end of the world as we know it, we appropriately had La Fin Du Monde.  A special rare treat.  (Kroger mix-packs are always the same price, so I try to choose all the pricey ones!)

Today dawned, so I guess we’re still around.

And just to be dark, we had this deep dark Black Butte porter, fitting on a rainy day.

Yeah, it’s one of those days.  Not much to say.  We’re high and dry, unlike the Hurricane Harvey folks, so can’t complain.

At least as long as I’m breathing and pretending to write, you’ll know somewhere in the world mundane ordinary life drones on as if nothing happened.  Which could be a good thing.  It means trump hasn’t blown us all up yet.  You can drink to that.