I was all prepared to rant about that idiot Gregg Phillips, who has been the source of the fable that “3 million illegals voted” in the last election. I was going to advise Chris Cuomo and other denizens of cable news to confront him, call him a charlatan—A CHARLATAN, SIRRAH— and eject him from the studio.
But I’ve decided to blog about my labyrinth instead. I’m going to eschew the righteous bitterness of our time and instead radiate hope and light.
Last night, I and several people I like had the chance to sit by the fire in the labyrinth, and we took it. Since the new iPhone is supposed to be able to take better low-light photos, I put it to work.
This is my favorite place in the worlds.
Isn’t this beautiful?
The new corner (above) is shaping up very nicely. I have a new stone slab that will be a bench there; stay tuned for updates.
The bowl at the west point.
Either your daily reminder of your mortality or your daily swig of vodka. It’s all about choices, innit?
My friend Dionysus was in fine fettle last night, broken arm and all.
There, don’t you feel better? I do.
 And yet, somehow, failed to swing the election to Hillary Clinton, for whom they all voted.
 Shut up, I am too.