I got an e-mail from Andy Cuomo yesterday, wishing me a Happy Father’s Day. It was really from him, too, because they pasted a picture of his signature to it, and it was addressed to “Dear Friend” so it was personal. Mostly he told me how great it was to be the father of three daughters and what an inspiration his father was to him (Mario would probably be rolling in his grave, except for the fact that he isn’t dead yet). I don’t really give a shit, Andy. You want me to have a happy Father’s Day? Legalize pot.

I get a lot of mail from “Team Andy” (he doesn’t usually sign them personally, though). The latest one (before yesterday) was to tell my that the US Chamber of Commerce had praised Governor Snotball’s economic reforms. Oh, goody; I have so much love and respect for the US CoC.

Otherwise, yesterday was pretty uneventful. I split a bunch of wood, did my laundry, fixed a couple of things around the house, that was pretty much it. The flush lever in the toilet broke off, so now I have to reach into the tank and pull the chain by hand. I suppose I ought to go buy a new one.

But for now, I guess it’s back to work.