Making Smoked Sunrise

A wildfire north of Tesuque over the mountain range west has cooked up hazy skies for days now making red-tinged sunrises in otherwise clear skies. I suspect the stable genius in the White House will once again suggest more raking of forest floors. I keep hearing seven syllables repeating: Flush The Turd November Third and giggle at prospect of that outcome.

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Being Anti-obsessive

There are moments when a bit of obsessive compulsive disorder creeps into my day. Easily sensed when it happens, such occurrences are repulsive and hilarious in the same instant. It's excitingly stran