Okay, its never peak crazy, but hopefully it is a personal local maximum. Mrs. L’s bionics are taking well, she’s walking with a cane and did a full lap around the block. As slow as she walked, she complained about it for longer than it took. Enough new floor got installed that they are going to put our furniture back in and let us live in our own house again. Translate that as: Brett is going to be moving furniture under Mrs. L’s watchful and grumpy eye for the whole 3 day weekend. And in any spare time I’ll be tasked to cleaning to her satisfaction. I sure hope everyone else’s life is getting back to normal, or better than ever.

The LA bomb squad blew up their own truck trying to dispose of illegal fireworks. My days of thinking the bomb squad are more likely to kill me than save me are definitely coming to a middle.

I expected more giantism from Japanese-nuclear-disaster-mutants h/t Playa Manhattan

I assume that like the Minumum Wage, the true Global Minimal Tax is zero. Maybe I spent too much time listening to Art Bell in the late 90s, but a Global Minimum Tax is straight out of black helicopters, New Word Order rants by the tinfoil hat crowd.