The Virus Day 42, Dimondale, Michigan

“Oh say can you see, mother fuckers,” says The Cat. (in the doorway)

All well. We went for a much-needed walk yesterday. Along the way, I bumped into an old friend, my #Bernie2020 sign thrown in the ditch. With “Trup” hastily, probably drunkenly, definitely ignorantly, painted wrong on BOTH sides. I immediately stuck it back in my yard with as much pride as if it were the sands Iwo Gima.