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Every time I see “The Truth About…” in the subject line of an email, I know it is some sort of con job.

We went to Mass Saturday Evening. There were cute children in front of us. I was happy watching the children. I think there was a homily.

So I got to sleep late today. And I did.

I finished a pot of soup. Turned out well. I will share with Dorothy.

And I’m just plain sad. Maybe I will go to bed early.

Sex. Thinking about sex. Expressed my need to J. She acted guilty that she is sexually unavailable.

So anyway. It was a Sunday. A pretty day here.

The pain of it all.

I am lying in bed, coping w low back pain. The Metropolitan Opera broadcast today is Der Rosenkavalier by Richard Strauss, one of my favorites. I’m listening, not caring a whit that my German isn’t good enough to follow the libretto.

Nothing profound folks. Just letting Strauss carry my imagination away.

I’m not entering any more passwords

I’m plugging in my rotary dial telephone.

I will no longer shop on Sunday.

I will shine my shoes every day.

That’s it for now,

Tonight, we avoid the rocky shoals of paranoia, and find clear sailing through the Gulf of Sports.

I saw in my newsfeed where the Washington Redskins hired the former coach of the Carolina Panthers to coach the team next year. It is another “usual suspects” hiring. I wish Coach Rivera well. The larger questions are “Will there be football in 2030? And, if yes, who will play and coach the game, humans or robots and supercomputers?

Given the physical punishment to the body, especially head trauma, will fewer and fewer parents want their children to play football? Will the appeal of robotics introduce itself into the sport, as AI, robotics, virtual reality, and computer gaming make more inroads into our habits of leisure.

Look for remote controlled drones playing certain positions. A drone pass receiver could have pass patterns programmed into it. Consider that.

I think these are the last days of football played by humans. The machines are coming.

My brother was paranoid about what the government, any government, local, national, or foreign,could or might do. He had his reasons and for six years, he was a spook in one of The Navy’s spook departments.

Paranoid stories begin to take on a life of their own. When I begin to dismiss a paranoid thought, e.g, my post President Pelosi, the contingent factors broaden. What foreign power could the domestic perpetrators blame the assassination on? The ripples ever broaden across the pond.

What one has to understand is that this government, ruled by laws, works only to the extent that its citizenry, including the political, military and civil service establishments, are willing to follow the rule of law. It’s that simple.

If bad actors within a government want to subvert or ignore popular will, very little can stop them. Brexit is an excellent example.