Today in the Breakfast Lounge of the Comfort Inn in Chelsea Michigan

• Earthgirl, Planet, Air and I spent part of yesterday in Ann Arbor, first at Art Hop, a festival of local artists (where I found the cat above), then at University of Michigan's Museum of Art and then the Museum of Archeology.
• My second time in Ann Arbor, it remains the sole location I've visited that thoroughly disorients me north, south, east, west-wise, the primary reason I love Ann Arbor, though I've a few.
• Yesterday morning in the breakfast lounge of the Comfort Inn in Chelsea Michigan two 70+ hunters wheeled in on their walkers and proceeded to each phone their respective deer-dresser and shout, No, says one into his phone, steaks, not burger, no, shouts the other into his phone, tomorrow won’t work, I need you dress it today.
• This morning in the breakfast lounge of the Comfort Inn in Chelsea Michigan two traveling kids ice-soccer teams throw waffles at each other while the coaches and parents heartlessly mumble, Nolan, stop.
• I told the hunters' story to Planet who tells me some of her art students use their love of hunting in their art work, how she need smile despite her own aversion to hunting, noting almost all hunters here eat the meat, many of them out of economic need, which doesn't diminish the joy (they have just sat down, the same two), as in highlight of their year, killing deer.
• (They are bitching this morning about roundabouts, the socialist government of Michigan imposing roundabouts on state highways.)
• I could live in Ann Arbor with that disorientation.
• The TV in the breakfast lounge of the Comfort Inn in Chelsea Michigan, tuned to CNN, shows video of protesters in a Kentucky restaurant yelling at Mitch McConnell and other diners in the restaurant then confronting the protesters in McConnell's defense, and then CNN pivots to video of Trump last night at a rally spouting GOP's 2018 Rallying Cry, Democrats Create Mobs, Republicans Create Jobs, and the ice-soccer children stop throwing waffles at each other and their coaches ignoring them and all start chanting, USA! USA! USA!
• I am the alien in the breakfast lounge of the Comfort Inn in Chelsea Michigan.
• I wish I'd taken a photo of the cards Planet bought from the woman who sold me the cat sticker, two of them I could flash at these ice-soccer fools and hunter fucks, so it's best I didn't take a photo of the cards Planet bought from the woman who sold me the cat sticker, though I didn't have the hunters in mind when I didn't take the photos.