First snow. The breakfast club. This crisis is wasting away. How Anthony Fauci learned the game.

The children are excited about the first snow of the season. It is fleeting – I got these pictures at about eight in the morning and now at ten it's halfway gone. It's the real thing. Zoriana has been out collecting handfuls and putting it in the freezer. I wish we were so lucky that this was the only snow we would see all winter.

I also include a picture of the cats lined up for the breakfast club yesterday morning. We have now named the little mommy cat Puma, and the daddy remains Raccoon. With cats parenthood is never sure, but we do notice that Raccoon graciously steps aside when the hungry kids (for the moment called Rusty number one, Rusty number two, Gray Boy and Blackie) come to have breakfast.

Eddie and I have just finished reading about weather in his geology book. It is quite different here. On the Atlantic coast of America you have warm weather coming up from the Gulf bringing moisture. Along the coast it meets cold arctic air coming South. When these two collide you can get severe storms, dropping as much as a meter of snow – that's a yard to you Americans – along the seaboard in places like Washington.

Our snow also comes from the northwest, but the Gulf Stream has cooled in circling through the North Atlantic.  Our winds have traveled across France, Germany, Poland and Belarus before they get here. What starts out as warm moist air from the Atlantic gets dried out and attenuated. We have more continental weather.

It doesn't get severely cold, but it does fall below zero Fahrenheit a couple times per year. The main thing we notice is that the snowfall is much more measured. We frequently get one or two inches. Three or four winters ago we had snow on the ground from December through early April, but we never had more than a foot or so standing at a time.

The other thing we don't have is blizzards. In Washington DC there are often heavy winds and strong snowfall. We don't get that here. We don't get fierce thunderstorms in the summer either. Not many trees come down. Eddie was shocked when I told him that when I lived in Glover Park there was a woman killed by a falling tree, and that a lofty oak had crushed the bedroom roof of my former home in Bethesda. We never hear such stories here.

I am going to stop beating the drum – I keep telling myself I will have this discipline, but I don't – about the injections. So many good writers have appeared on Substack to tell the story! I have followed Alex Berenson for a long time. Recent additions include, Steve Kirsch, Matthew Crawford and Margaret Anna Alice.  Sites іncludе thееxpоsе.uk, VеrnоnCоlеman.cоm, brеggіn.cоm, Pеtеr McCullоugh оn Amеrіcaоutlоud.cоm, and rеvоlvеr.nеws.   If anybody doesn't know the story by now it is because they have their head in the sand.

Since the lockdown began the beginning of the month I have not gotten out much. I haven't talked to the bus drivers and the people in the shops about what's going on. But yesterday the world came to us – two men came to fix the septic system. One of them mentioned to Oksana that his brother had died recently. Two days after getting the injection.

The campaign to force everybody to take the jаb has been going hot and heavy here. And they are now up to about 30%. The media suppression here is about the same as everywhere. I made a cryptic post on Facebook about this guy who recently got "it" and died in two days. My subtlety paid off – the post has not been "medical misinformationed" out of existence.

Speaking of which, since YouTube rejected my video on doctors six months ago the powers that be have changed the orthodoxies several times. Just for the heck of it I asked YouTube to take another look. No way – I am still too close to the truth. Happy to send the movie or just the soundtrack to anybody who asks.

I recently mentioned Celia Farber, author of the 2006 book entitled "Serious Adverse Events: an uncensored history of AIDS."  It has been getting a lot of play lately because it appears that Anthony Fauci learned the big-money pharmaceuticals game through AIDS and AZT. I encourage everybody to read it. You can buy it from Amazon for only $845.

This has been a nice, quiet month with the kids, but I had better enjoy the lockdown while it lasts. The number of new cases is falling precipitously. Public schools are back in session this week, and I can probably ride on the Metro either next Monday or the following.

Despite being only about 30% vaccinated, the per capita numbers of cases, deaths and so on is comparable with the United States and Western Europe. The number of vaccine injuries is of course commensurately lower. For now. The authorities have their work cut out for them convincing people to take the jab before the problem goes away.

The topic that interests me most, as I have written you, is what happens after the depopulation programs that have been in place for a century, and now Covid 19 and the vaccinations have run their course. What kind of world will my children and the other few survivors live in? The question I'm grappling with is motivation. At the moment it is all stick and no carrot. Lots of reasons not to have kids, and, absent religion, no compelling reason to have them. If I cannot make a plausible case for having children, I might as well simply throw in the towel, buy a few cases of vodka or a stash of legal cannabis, and let go. Now let me think.

That's the word from Lake WeBeGone, where the men are strong (and mostly remain purebloods – see your urban dictionary), the women are good looking, and the children will definitely remain purebloods if Daddy has anything to say about it.