In re Stilly’s demo kit: Except for picket duty and demonstrations during two civil service strikes, I have never felt the need to take part in a street protest of any kind. I think I’ll just sit here and count my blessings yet again.

In lovely, leafy Stratford, I am literally watching the grass grow while Marco finishes painting the basement. The realtor wants to send in a “stager” to depersonalize the place and make it more photogenic, and that will happen next Friday. I guess that means the photographer will come next, and then this shit gets real.