Street sweeper cleaning up leaves this morning on my street in St. Paul. Things one gets to notice on a quiet day off.

A shoutout to White Crane Remodelling, whose work on my home earned them a silver in the whole house remodelling category by NARI MN.

I don’t know who was responsible for picking the music for the series Letterkenny, but I keep Shazam ready. It’s full of really amazing music I have never heard before. It’s kicking my ass and reminding me I am alive. Jared Keeso, if that was you? Thank you.

I have been reading analyses from the actual Left, which is different than what Democrats or Republicans would have you believe. I am here for it. I thought I had pulled myself out of bubbles. Nope. Still trying.

I am who I am. I know what I know. I’ve experienced what I have experienced. I keep everything close. Perhaps moreso, now.

Not looking forward to living my life in an even smaller box. I’ll never understand the inability to accept others as they are, or the idea that normal human ideas and actions are taboo.

It’s official. The original definition of woke was the correct one.

Well, we’re back to medication commercials with endless lists of horrific side-effects. At least the disheartening political ads seem to have receded.

I swore an oath that I am who I say I am and signed on the line. Then I voted my conscience. It is a privilege to vote and it is my responsibility as a citizen. I welcome all of you who may be new to the process and I hope you were able to vote your conscience, too.

Status: State Theatre in Minneapolis