Anchor Struck

Even with several snow piles still melting, today feels right springly on the farm. We’ve hit 11 degrees C. (52 F.), the warmest it’s been here since last November 6th. My recovery is steady but frustrating. Jude and I just returned from a walk around the yard. As the dogs romped in the shoal of Pond Near (the one closer to the house, the other one is Pond Far), I imaged countless projects that I can’t start until April 8th at the soonest. That’s when I tele-talk to my surgeon as he presumably looks at a fresh X-ray of my lung. Hopefully he’ll take me off light duty.

It’s not that there’s not plenty of distractions. March Madness starts soon. I’m hoping KU can salvage their season after losing four of their last five games. It will be exciting regardless. It’s the most equitable tournament of all sports.

I’m more optimistic about current events as well. Trump is relentlessly Trump. He has no choice. But he can do little but keep recycling his lies, and even enablers can get fed up. He continues to raise money. However, a big chunk of that goes to his mounting legal fees. He can’t keep attacking E. Jean Carroll forever. I’ve got to believe that even his most ardent supporters will have to chose food over bullshit at some point.

It helps that the Dems have logged some wins. Biden seems to have survived his son Hunter’s worst problems and is looking good out on the road. It looks like Fani Willis will prevail, although she faces re-election this fall. Even if we don’t get a verdict before November, just one trial would give us regular reminders of Trump’s malfeasance and his spirited denial of such.