- Walky Time.
- Empty trailer of M’s *&^%! concrete.
- Run hose, get build site cistern filling barrels for *&^%! concrete.
- Figure out how much more lumber I need to frame the lair’s walls – conclusion: A lot.
- When W goes to town, get him to buy new screen for screen door, damaged when Beauty tried to eat Click.
- Figure out if the reason the generator’s circuit breaker keeps popping is a weak circuit breaker – conclusion: Apparently not.
- Figure out why Click has decided to shit exclusively indoors – conclusion: Damaged cat door.
- Fill the cistern.
- Water the trees.
- Fill the cistern.
- Find Little Bear – conclusion: LB has decided he’s big enough to leave the property alone.
- Explain to Little Bear that he is not, in fact, big enough etc.
- Find Little Bear.
- Discipline Beauty for trying to kill D&L’s psychotic puppy, whether or not he deserved it.
- Find Beauty.
- Laundry.
- Fix screen door – for approximately the 4,936th time.
- Fill water jugs.
- Empty black water tank.
- Replace broken black water tank valve.
- Bathe. Bathe again.
- Attempt to fix cat door – conclusion: Plastic breaks real good.
- Replace cat door, apparently damaged beyond repair by simultaneous entry of cat and large rabbit.
- Feed Click to Beauty.
- Snacky Time.
- Find Little Bear.
- Eat breakfast.
- Seek serenity in life.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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