I made these yesterday on the 64th day of house arrest:
The fermentorium project proceeds. Even under the arduous conditions house arrest.
I saw this comment from a post over at Sailer’s site:
An excerpt:
Owning a beachfront property next to a once-public beach is a crowning jewel of one’s career. It’s a place where I can go to be myself, and lord over the local beach community and my children who have to fly in on multi-hop, holiday flights on limited PTO.
The guy calls himself “Red Blooded American Boomer.” He is a very funny commenter.
Sailer seems to have found his grounding again.
It’s Sunday. I’ll put up today’s post later. By the time I got out of the shower the Bickersons were already here for dinner last night.
