The sad truth is that there hasn't been much to report.
We did go away for a couple of weeks in July to spend some time with my sister and friends in Italy. We do this every few years, as finances and circumstances permit, and it's always a great way to recharge, especially for my hardworking better half. As you can see from the picture above, my sister outdid herself this year as far as location is concerned.
But other than a nice time away, there isn't much to say.
I'm tired of political rants. I still believe that our current government is the most monstrous mistake that our electorate has ever made, but I despair of it ever being corrected. Thanks to corruption and interference, it may not even be corrected at the ballot box; I've heard more than a few disturbing rumblings that we might just forego the next Presidential election and keep His Royal Orangeness in the White House indefinitely. But there I go again, and what is blogging about it going to do, apart from maybe getting me on some FBI list as unfriendly? There is no political will to oppose the current regime, nor power by the opposition to do so. So I'd just be adding to the cacaphony.
I could rant about my health, but again, this is something I cannot change. Most days I seem to be responding to treatment. The occasional bad day is a slam out of left field, but I spend that day chained to my bathroom, it passes, and life goes on. Again, nothing worthy of note.
So if you're a friend and wondering what's up with me, the best thing to do is to shoot me an email over at thayes713@gmail.com or to DM me on my Instagram; my handle there is tomglfan. I'm most likely to see a message at one of those two places. Clearly I'm here only intermittently, and Facebook is dead for me, just as Twitter is about to be.
I'm sure I'll be back here when I get so pissed off about something that only an essay will let me vent properly, but in the meanwhile, have a fabulous day. Talk to you soon -- Tom
