Good news, bad news.
Bad news first. Some of my childhood buddies and I play the lottery when the jackpot gets insane. It's stupid and fun. It's stupid fun. Tonight was my turn to buy the tickets. We lost.
Good news - I won't be abandoning this blog for a debaucherous life in Tahiti! Wait, where's the good news?
I know I'm repeating myself here - my walks are getting shorter and shorter. I need to turn that frown upside down. But tonight's walk did randomly put me over on First Hill. I haven't been over there for a while.
Given the awfulness of the past few days it feels a little oblivious (not the word I'm looking for but it'll do) to be posting snapshots of First Hill. But we've got to keep on keepin' on, right? (Can't bring up the past few days and leave it at a passing reference. Awful, just awful. With a side order of cautious optimism. My amateur political calculus tells me that the stars had to align perfectly for Trump to lose the election. It's as if someone gave him a list of 10 actions and told him, "As long as you don't do ALL 10 of these things, you've got another 4 years." "Roger that, DO ALL 10 of these things and I'm golden...sweet." I don't think we've heard the last of Trump or MAGA / QAnon, but two months ago I thought it'd be another 4 years of them in the White House with a GOP Senate.)