July. Summer is in full swing. I will head to the beach tomorrow for a few days, staying in Trump's Palm Beach at the fabulous Breakers. We have turned down the invitation to stay at the Mar-A-Lago what with the bloody faces and all. We are now forced to go in the off-season, of course, as Trump's visits make it impossible otherwise. Have you ever been? Oh, it just isn't what it used to be, new money and all.
The weather should be terrible, but the daiquiris will be icy and we will eat cold lobster salads. I just want to buy a few linen suits to make it through the season.
So. . . I won't be around for a few days. That is fine, of course. We'll all muddle through the patriotic gore somehow.
See you on the other side.
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