And I Feel Fine

 For fucking fuck's sake.  Sorry, I had to fucking get that out.  I'll taper off the fucks.  

But seriously?  Didn't we have enough to deal with with CoVid, Murder Hornets, and fucking Cheeto Voldemort?  I know, I promised.  Freaking Cheeto Voldemort?

Dry lightning and fire tornadoes in California?

And now, introducing the sixth horseman of the apocalypse - the "Telenovela Days of Our Lives Hurricanes." (TM).  See, it's like Luke and Laura, but it's Marco and Laura.  

I'm not sure if I have the correct shout-out to my stories here.  Might have been General Hospital.  But I read that they had to construct a CoVid tent in the parking lot as overflow.

Just moved Alex back to New Orleans, so this feels personal.  But then, looks like New Orleans is safe and Houston is in danger.  Where Jill's sister and dad, and my mom and stepfather live.  

This is divine punishment for rejoicing about Alex Jones' untreated syphilis, isn't it?

On the plus side, it does seem like Luke and Laura are keeping appropriate social and meteorological distance.  So there is that.

Being Jewish, Revelations was not in our testament. Will someone tell me if the end times are nigh.  Kinda feels like it.  

F*ck. (better, right?)