Hello back from GSO

My window looks toward the northwest, where the exceptionally lovely and intelligent Mrs. B. is hanging around in Brown Mountain. I can't wave, though. The security Nazis came and lowered the blinds. They said it was so someone wouldn't shoot at us.

If Behethland plans to boycott ExxonMobil, I'll make her a list of things to avoid. She'll probably have to go live in the woods, wear homespun and go barefoot, and eat berries and nuts, though.