(When the filing cabinets are gone, where do the files go? Photo Socotra).

The Bulgarians are coming to work on the unit at ten. I am as screwed as Jay “Baghdad Bob” Carney trying to explain how the Administration was blameless in the new scandal-a-day second term of Hope and Change.

This is really screwed up. I should have come home from work yesterday and got to work again, taking down pictures and pulling nails out of the walls. Instead, I went to Willow to confer with Old Jim and LTJG Socotra over the issues of continental and trans-continental moves. The Lieutenant’s will be much further, of course, though he has less crap to sort through, and the Government will pick up the tab.

By way of contrast, I am trying to do it on the cheap, and not succeeding that well.

He is starting to engage in the thoughts of disengaging from America, and I am sort of in the same boat. I want the best for this nation and this ain’t it. It is positively Nixonian, only I recall liking Ron Zeigler, Tricky Dick’s press secretary, better than Baghdad Bob. I wonder how long Mr. Carney is going to last before he really needs to spend more time with his family?

Willow featured a really cool five dollar internet special this week: tempura battered asparagus and tomatoes and something that could have been fennel. As the Lieutenant observed, “if it is fried, it has to be good,” and I succumbed.

(This week’s internet special at Willow. The Lieutenant was right. Photo Socotra.)

I am not going to go into the weird shit going on here. There is too much of it already and there is going to be a lot more.

The drip-drip-drip of who-knew-what-when and who-told-who about it going to come out, just like it did for Mr. Nixon, and Mr. Clinton and Mr. W. Bush. Is there something about getting that second term that hopelessly compromises the occupants of the Oval Office?

I don’t know much, but I do know that I have painters coming, and the skilled craftsman who leads this crack unit is from Bulgaria.

I don’t know if the souvenirs of the Cold War triumph offend him or not. I have arranged with the lady at Interstate Moving and Storage to get the crap out of here, but that will not happen for another week or so. This is hopelessly out of phase, as I am sure Mr. Carney would agree, but just like the relentless news cycle, Plammer-the-Bulgarian is going to go ahead and paint over everything just as it is.

We started off on the wrong foot when I thought he said “plumber” and I cleaned out the bathroom instead of the living room and wasted one of his precious days.

I would be lying if I told you that I am more than a little flipped out about what I have set in motion. There is a lot of that going on in town. I was layering t-shirts around pottery kimchi pots and packing up the fragile and high-value items this morning in between checking the scandals.

I wonder how long it will be until Baghdad Bob decides it is time to spend more time with his family? If he does, I recommend he take them to Willow for the special. I have to move another couple boxes down to the Panzer before the East Block arrives, so this is going to be have to be short and sweet.

Well, short, anyway. The Bulgarians looked positively sour the last time I saw them.

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