Busy, tough 24 hours. 650 miles round trip in almost exactly 24 hours. A couple of hours with my brother – worth it, but no good news there. He needs a miracle, and those are in short supply lately. Maybe always.

In Louisville my street is once again a war zone (construction zone, actually) and I’m about to add to it. My basement remodel crew will be here most of June, so unless something goes wrong, I’ll have a new bedroom and a finished basement when I get back. I’m putting a lot of trust in this contractor…let’s hope I’m not being naive. I’ve done my best writing down every detail and instructions – that works in software; we’ll see how well it works in construction.

Wanted to play some golf today, but between the unusual heat and road fatigue, it’s not gonna happen. I’ll miss Crescent Hill and Nevel Meade as I travel to the birthplace of golf, without my clubs. Doh.

Meanwhile, Donny Convict is pulling off the largest bank robbery in history, hiding nothing, and there’s nothing we can do. $1.8 billion, probably going to hard core MAGA types, including J6 rioters. Unreal. You. Couldn’t. Make. This. Shit. Up.

Corruption, cruelty, and chaos. That oughta be the new conservative tag line.