Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo is officially on holiday now, which for all practical purposes means, at the moment, that instead of sitting up at his desk staring at his computer screen, he is instead lounging on a sofa…staring at his computer screen. Heigh, ho.

As I b’lieve I mentioned earlier, at the next-to-the-last minute we decided to chuck our vaycay trip up ta Maine this year. Instead, I will spend the next two weeks quietly at home, gently chipping away at my honey-do list. If I can summon up the energy, perhaps later today I will tool over to Home Despot and pick up a new faucet assembly for the downstairs loo. (Then again, perhaps not.)

I read the news today, oh boy. All I can say is that since I never for a moment believed the “return to normalcy” malarkey in the first place, I’ve no need to borrow Sarah Hoyt’s shocked face whilst viewing this on-going train wreck. (That’s an Instapundit-insider reference.) It’s only going to get much, much worse.

And I won’t even start on what opinions DHS now considers to constitute a domestic terrorist threat. Mom would be so proud.

Basta! We actually had friends over for dinner this past weekend. I’ve never been much of one for entertaining, but since the you-know-what it’s hardly happened at all. What with an iffy weather forecast I didn’t risk grilling out, so we went with a taco bar arrangement instead which proved to be a real success. However, it re-ignited an ancient debate: Ol’ Robbo holds firmly that “fish tacos” are an abomination and a blasphemy somewhat on par with putting pineapple on pizza. Others disagree. I’m not wrong.

Somewhere or other I seem to have lost track of time because it turns out that Youngest goes back to skool next weekend, not the following. And of course there’s a last-minute fire drill to get taken care of all the things that could have been done weeks ago. And of course the pile of gear which will never fit into her car continues to grow. All this despite my warnings. If Cassandra walked into Port Swiller Manor this moment, I’d shake her hand and tell her I know exactly how she felt.

I missed doing a garden post this weekend so will note here that I changed out the hummingbird feeder for the first time in about six or eight weeks. There were a surprising number of dead ants in it, which got me thinking that’s probably not a bad way to go if you’re an ant. Anyhoo, whether it’s a coincidence or not, suddenly I have not one but two hummers coming in. Not that they seem to have much time to feed: Hummers are very territorial and very aggressive and these two seem to spend most of the time fighting each other.

Anyhoo, I’ll be around. I finished up down to the office wicked busy, so it’s prolly going to take a few days to unclench and unkink. After that, who knows? I might even post something worth reading.