We were awokened at just after 3 AM by a loud thump, as of an explosion. As we looked around groggily, I noticed a smell of burning. Jami had me run downstairs and check, but the smell was just in our room and she called me back because she was looking out of our window at the Dollar General parking lot and saw the source:
Here's all that was left by about 8:30 AM:
At this point I can't enjoy it, mainly because I can't enjoy anything with the election hanging over us. The suspicion is that the gates of hell have opened. But at least the colors are nice.
Weather, that is. Also autumn colors at Metamora Hadley, and, perhaps, Frederick's knees. Not so much the hundreds of Trump/Vance signs along the rural roads one traverses to get to and from Metamora Hadley, compared with exactly ONE house with Harris/Walz signage.
Yesterday. I drove by to compare how full the parking lot was - it seemed about the same, albeit with markedly fewer giant flags on giant pickups.
UPDATE: turns out Jordan Klepper of the Daily Show was also at that rally (and Magic Johnson).
...for some reason. Hope this means that one squirrel won't be able to scatter our neighbors' trash all over our driveway any more.
