Anchor Struck

Actually, I’m waiting more so for my lovely wife Jude. When she returns from an errand run we plan to do some outside chores ahead of yet more rain. We’ve had enough precipitation lately to reopen our micro-hydro pipes, but may have a problem getting the raw energy into our battery bank. Fortunately, we’re still getting quite a bit of solar and have a generator for back-up.

I’m checking in with CNN quite often as Hurricane Milton moves ashore. Jude’s daughter and my niece are right in its path, and both have chosen to ride it out. In the absence of any pertinent information, I’m amusing myself by wondering if a third superstorm would break off the Florida peninsula from the panhandle and create a new island nation. Mar-a-Lago would certainly be its capital and Trump would certainly claim to be its king.

I’m fine with that. I need to cut back on the endless election speculation. It looks like a toss-up, but how can that be when Harris is a rational adult and Aging Orange is a raving loon? I’ve stopped seeking out polls that confirm my biases, settling for this overriding observation: since the overturning of Roe, female turnout has been stronger than predicted in numerous elections, most notably blunting the Red Tide in the 2022 House races.

I’ve got ample distractions elsewhere, anyway. As a longtime Midwestern resident, I can heartily support the Kansas City Royals in the MLB playoffs. That also applies to the KC Chiefs, plus the San Francisco 49ers, New Orleans Saints and Minnesota Vikings in the NFL. LSU is holding its own in the powerhouse SEC in college football. And in four weeks, the KU Jayhawks will start its basketball season ranked #1.

Oh, hey. Jude’s home. Gotta go.