And ready to cure all your mallardies.

That one is a personal best.

I mean. Whoa.

Ahem.

Happy Disobedience Day!

This nation was founded on disobedience, so it is only appropriate that on the eve of America Day we should celebrate by not following the Man’s rules.

Damn the Man.

Save the Empire.

I highly encourage all of you to break the rules today.

I did not break the rules yesterday.

I did everything I was supposed to do.

I ran errands, hauled coolers, bought groceries, worked on the basement, went to a meeting, played Two Dots, cleaned the kitchen, made burgers, cleaned the kitchen again, and read comics.

Then I went to bed.

Because I was worn out.

I’ve been in a kind of dream state since the weekend.

Perhaps it was the surrealism of the hotel in Miami.

Or maybe it’s just a matter of getting my land legs back.

Whatever it is, I’ve been living in perpetual limbo where I can’t tell the difference between things that happen in reality and things that happen in dreams.

So I should maybe work on that.

I also need to be thinking about recipes for English food.

You know for our America Day celebration.

Obviously.

I also have loads to do today.

Like get comics.

Priorities people.

Get yours straight.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC