…is something I probably won’t be doing. If the power, cable, cell towers and/or internet connections go out, I’ll have plenty of other stuff to deal with besides keeping my Many Tens of Loyal Readers™ infotained. I know, I know: where is Iris’s world-renowned, trademarked, Pulitzer-worthy, hard-hitting, fearless investigative journalism just when the world needs it the most?
I’ll tell you where: on hiatus. Because whatever the weather may bring (thanks extractive fossil fuel industry doucheweasels and your craven puppets in the U.S. government!) I am determined to enjoy myself over the next several days. If it turns out this means I cannot be arsed to blog or tweet, well, so be it. Here’s the present situation at the Palace:
Walls: ancient masonry.
Water = Primo NYC tap, hoarded appropriately.
Communications = solar/hand crank AM/FM radio.
Pantry = full of nuts, chocolate, fresh bread, fruit & veggies.
Freezer = packed with ice.
Eggs = hard boiled.
Pasta = pre-cooked (al dente).
Wine = enough for weeks.
Medication = enough for months.
Amazing Lover™ = in my bed.
I am NOT kidding about enjoying myself.
Stay safe, y’all. And happy.