On the day after the solstice, the sun shines through high thin clouds. The longest night is past.
Happily, I see that President Biden has signed a new executive order to protect old-growth forests. That's a step in the right direction; now if they can slow down logging in mature forests, we'd have a chance at reestablishing some of the forests we've lost in the past centuries and create habitat for wildlife.
Politically, Colorado has ruled on The Former Guy's eligibility to be on the GOP primary ballot. A SCOTUS appeal is certain.
A suggestion on Oprah's inspirational e-mail this morning was to write about what you'd tell your younger self. Should time travel become commercially available in 2024, I'd like to tell my 18-year old self to always vote Blue and be politically active before and during the Reagan years. Not only might that msg have kept me in a career in the life sciences, keeping Ronald out of the White House could've derailed the GOP trends that we see fully manifesting today.
Meanwhile, happy Festivus, everyone. Don't forget to put up your Festivus Pole, have a wonderful Airing of Grievances, and an injury-free Feats of Strength.
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