Good Morning Nostrdaemons.

Trump has been indicted, the IRS and Russua are intimidating journalists, Gwinneth Paltro won a dollar; and the world is descending into political chaos.

Meanwhile I, and my lovely bride, are in the north woods of Wisconsin, looking out from our cabin windows over the placid waters of our lakland hideaway. It is raining, but warming.

The buoy that marked the anchor to which we attach our warm weather raft has broken loose. I'll go retrieve it today and figure out what went wrong. I'll have to go buy a couple of concrete blocks and figure out a better attachment scheme.

And, today, I'll finish up the profile page in more-speech.