Winter is now far away. If you look closely, you can see a cabin between the power poles. That’s my families cabin.

 

As with every season here, when it’s about half over, you’re tired of it. Then you wake up one day and it’s the next season. Summer arrived here Wednesday, right on time.

 

I haven’t worn a mask in a month. We were actually in stage four until they moved it back. Half of the businesses are ignoring the orders.

 

This should make the next family reunion fun.

 

You know you’re in an effed up timeline when you find yourself agreeing with Bill Maher.

 

Couldn’t do worse than the Russian mercenaries.

 

Just say no to volcanic craters.

 

Seems appropriate.