It is overcast this morning. 8am and I’m happily ensconced on my patio with journals, pens, coffee, temp hasn’t reached 80 yet. There’s only one mosquito tormenting me, even for New Mexico (glorious leader say ‘New America’) that’s sparse; speaking of climate change though, while a mosquito-less world might not seem so bad, the disappearance of songbirds is mourned by everyone. You do know the corporate geniuses developing, manufacturing, and selling us… Read More