What does it look like to pick up the mic?

A couple of things have mucked up my regular weekly Substack writing schedule.

First, squirrel wars. May God strike the neighbor’s black walnut tree with lightning so that it ceases to exist, preferably when all the neighborhood squirrels are in it. I can’t say much more; it’s been severe battle conditions to save my plants, pumpkins, potted bulbs, and s…