Kickass and no sunrise

Kickass, the doorstop dog, points out that yesterday the keeper recorded the sunrise as an indication that despite personal and political travails the appearance of the sun peaking over the horizon was really all that counted.

Well, this morning it didn’t happen. There was no peaking red ball to cheerfully mark the beginning of yet another day. Instead, a dismal gray prevailed, like a shroud, a funeral shroud.

Obviously the MAGA wrecking crew and its “Mensa” leader have figured out how to prevent the sun from coming up—at least for democrats, and it will be only a matter of time until everything dries up in darkness, including Phyllis’s little raised garden out in back of Vista West.

The keeper hopes the heirloom tomatoes ripen before that happens.