My wife, daughter, and two granddaughters just turned on Dancing with the Stars or whatever it's called. 

Ollie is growling to go outside so he can pee on the little Trump Tower I put out for him. (Just kidding--but not a bad idea. I can draw one on a scrap of cardboard.)

Trump is somewhere hurling ketchup while his flunkies pretend everything is okay and wait for him to have a stroke.

1000s of bees swarmed in our backyard today, then vanished. 

Is the world not strange and mysterious?