Thirty is the new twenty. Forty is the new thirty. Apparently, fifty is back to being thirty again.
I still try to smile at the idea that a Guy Fawkes mask reminds me of my own birthday.
Thanks, mom and dad.
I said no parties for me this year and I meant it. Too much going on. My plate is full.
Our facility drill is this Friday, November 9th; details to follow.
We’ll be busing down the few who didn’t vote to the courthouse tomorrow. See or email Kelly Jean about that.
Take your power seriously. Keep each other safe. Be indomitable.