Saturday... I stay up late, I sleep late... I read from bed, going on social media and feel obliged to correct some misrepresentations of history comparing protesters to Brown shirts before getting out of bed... then read a full 30 page chapter of The Battle Cry of Freedom before getting up (looks like we're finally going to get rid of slavery now that Grant is in charge), shower, Ben Harper steel guitar music while cooking breakfast, it's cloudy, high of 55, previous night required electric blanket, walk up the block and back, wave to each neighbor who walks or drives past (I'm just about the only one under 50), drink Irish Breakfast black tea, Kukicha twig tea, and Genmaitcha green tea (it's got toasted brown rice...) while reading more about the Civil War inside and on the dock on the completely placid water (Sherman has taken Atlanta, and Sheridan rallies in the North in a come from behind victory), watch part of Ken Burns' Civil War (episode 4), Gettysburg on the horizon, the North will pull it off though, eat some fish accompanied by pasta and veggies, talk with friends on Zoom (Jac and his love embark on a bicycle journey in Europe tomorrow) while the sun finally shines on the Green Mountains almost until 9, enjoy a glass of Tennessee Bourbon whiskey and then a couple local IPA's (one single, one double) from Saratoga and Schroon Lake in the Adirondacks, share some of my favorite Carl Jung with the world, listen to the best rock music from 1968, having listened to 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, and 67 recently, eating potatoes in front of a roaring fire, thanking life