I was fixing to tell you that I had been indisposed this morning because I have decided that when when all the behind-closed-doors books come out about the Trump presidency, I’m going to have to rent a beach house for a month with a hammock underneath on the breezeway and read my butt silly.

I was coming here to tell you not to miss Axios today because when I think of the fun we all missed by not being able to watch … oh dear, it just doesn’t seem fair.

And then I discover that El Jefe beat me to it.

Honey, it is frightful and delightful at the same time.  Get a cup of coffee and read it.

And if you’ve already read it, check out how a 72 year old retired nurse in Michigan almost got herself virtually shot by a Proud Boy supporter.

Be watching for the Juanita Jean Beach House Rental Fund in the coming month.  Or if you’re armpit deep in snow, be my rental agent and look for a (2 bedroom 2 bath or more) beach house on a beach or close enough to hear the surf, anywhere from Bolivar peninsula to Corpus Christi. Bolivar for the seclusion, Galveston and Rockport for the food, and Corpus Christi for the rowdy friends.  Anywhere will do because my rowdy friends have cars.

Don’t forget to read the Axios.