Angel and I were up early and took our walk. We wanted to escape the heat.
Then I started the "human powered activity" part of this blog: made more mud plaster. While making mud, poor old McChrystal got fired. Now it seems that Stanley might have a bit of free time. He must be smarting somewhat. I know how he feels, as there have been times that I've been accused of being "insubordinate". I also know what it feels like to open my big mouth and say way, way too much.
So Stanley McChrystal, consider this your invitation to crash at this "off the grid" pad and make mud with me. You can sleep in a tent. We'd feed you. And as a psychiatric nurse, I'd be happy to help you process your feelings regarding the matter. I could use an extra hand making all this mud plaster for the walls and, soon, mud adobe for the floors.