Orange Elvis and Old Blue-eyes
The snow is back. See? We live in fast changing times.
I’m also doing my neighbourly duty by welcoming that other dog into the house for a couple of days. I have nicknamed him “Frank Sinatra”, due to a wonderful singing voice and blue eyes. You can’t make this stuff up.
The vaccine chase has taken another turn. Seems that the Moderna supply (a new detail in my life) is in short supply. As in, the shipments are sharply reduced, with no reason given to the public. It fits… we have received word that there will be no cruise ships in our area for another year or more. Also, those with personal water craft cannot go north (think Arctic north). When I can’t buy a boat and try to find the Arctic circle, things just got serious! I jest. I do not understand the link between sailing and vaccinations, but then again, I’m not privy to the fun details.
The presidential game remains strong. He who used to be (pre-impeachment number two) has informed the court (and the nation) that he will not testify under oath at any trial, because… I guess you can fill in the blank as you see fit. My own take is that eventually, the grown-ups are going to tire of the game, and cell block #9 will get a new guest (Orange Elvis). Time to buy another sack of popcorn.
Right now, I regret that my national news service has closed comments on their website. Perhaps the European press has a take on this roadshow?
