My Cardboard Balcony

Hi, everyone! So...I've officially moved! Well, almost. While this will be my wife's and my first night staying at the new place, we do still need to get some odds and ends out of our former apartment. But by the end of the week, we'll be able to say we've officially moved out of our apartment into our condo. There's obviously a lot we're still navigating physically and mentally. In terms of physical adjustment, in some ways, the condo is smaller. We don't have as much cabinet space in the kitchen, and the living room is significantly reduced size-wise. However, we did live in our former apartment with my sister for almost two years, and it is nice to be in a home that's cozier (yeah, I know, it's a nicer word for smaller) and has less to clean. Plus, we have a lot more closet space, an outside yard area, and access to a shopping center about a five minute walk away. Also, I can totally walk to work now. The commute to my new job is nothing.

Benchin' Sixty Plus Kidneys by Belinda Roddie How many dead bodies can you bench, bro? Twenty? Fifty?

Look at the dictators, giving away their dignity and their countries in between cordial handshakes and jokes in English and Russian. Look at the beautiful collaboration, like someone taking an enormous dump on a canvas where a painting of democracy is now literally soiled. Listen to the screeching of the dissenters who will be pounded into two-dimensional shapes like their signs. There is no war to win here because it's already been won by the tyrants.