Day of the Third Angel, 66th of Summer, 525 M.E. (Betelgeuse): I got my walk in today, having missed the previous two walking days. It's still hot out, although not as warm as the past two days and now I've got dependable air conditioning at the house to return to after getting all hot and sticky outdoors. Still, I only managed to get in 7.2 miles, a Jackson, because a work crew was blocking part of the Beltline path, finally removing the limbs from a fallen tree that previously had just been pushed aside off of the trail. Still, a Jackson ain't bad, and far better than sitting home on my fat ass all day. 

In unrelated news, Viva da Silva! The Stable Genius is threatening punitive tariffs and has sanctioned a Brazilian judge over what he thinks is Brazil's unfair prosecution of its corrupt former president, Jair Bolsonaro. There's enough problems here in the U.S. without the Stable Genius sticking his nose into the affairs of other sovereign nations. Brazil is right to resist the Stable Genius' interference, and I resent that I'll have to pay 50% more for coffee because the Stable Genius' feelings are hurt over how Brazil is treating his friend. A luta continua.

Also, and this can't be emphasized enough: Epstein killed himself. Not that his captors don't share the blame. A despondent, suicidal prisoner was left alone in a solitary jail cell, unsupervised when he should have been under suicide watch, and was allowed to keep his belt and given ample time to hand himself. No, Hilary Clinton didn't sneak into his cell in the missing one minute of videotape from outside of his cell and string him up, but it wasn't exactly an unassisted suicide either. He had the motive, and they gave him the means and the time to do it.