Sleep ends early these days.

While over there we always equated to living in the dentist’s office.

Grinds my gears - restaurants insisting on a phone number when you walk in to eat…

4 years in Orono teaches a man to hate. And hopefully, political science.

Your Mainer is showing. Love it.

Its the cat.

Its not ironic, however. I’d characterize as an almost probable outcome.

Coming to grips the August pumpkin spice tsumani, and now this.

Stretchlab.

Thats a helluva ad. Rent control still bonkers economics, but he’ll grow into the job.

And despite the unsettling sight of idle marines hanging around wilshire blvd today… tacos still toothsome even in westwood village. Long term, that has to triumph.

self regulation with community concepts like morals, shame, or precedent? We’ve landed on: Nah.

Close straights of hormuz - sell prompt wti/brent. Its math.

Lather rinse repeat this construct. Different era, different rules.

It gets better, airwolf.

Travel safely! Its a long one…