Here’s another pic of a Yellow Bellied Sapsucker taken during Tuesday morning’s 6-mile lumber. As per my usual, it’s not very good, but it’s a pic.

—-POINTLESS ANECDOTAL INTERLUDE—-

A while back, I saw your stereotypical old, white, American MAGA male, no doubt yearning to suck upon Trump’s nipples as they cuddle in the wet spot, postcoitus. He was wearing a shirt with the American flag on it (Jingowear, as I like to call it). The shirt said, “If this flag offends you, I’ll help you pack.” All I could think was, “Dude, the flag doesn’t offend me because, unlike you, I’m not a child who relies on fairytales and nationalism to get through life. However, your choice of fashion for a 65-year-old man is quite offensive. Also, I can pack my own fucking bags, but if you can sort out my airline tickets and maybe give me a lift to the airport, I sure would appreciate it.”

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If you can’t tell, I’ve been feeling pretty drained mentally (what’s the point?) and creatively (what’s the point?) the past few days and am probably taking a few days off from writing this dross (what’s the point?).

I’ll be in the woods, avoiding all that sickens me about America and 49.8% of its inhabitants.

Later.