2026 started off on a bit of a false note, as I tore my calf muscle two Saturdays ago while hunting a Death’s-head Hawkmoth (Acherontia Atropos) in the early hours of the morning.>While this might sound like something out of an Edgar Allan Poe tale, I can assure you it is not. These moths—unsure whether they are found anywhere other than Africa—are about the size of my hand, sound like a small bat fluttering its wings, and, when distressed, actually screech. After keeping me awake for two nights in a row, I took action at about 2 a.m. on January 17. In the middle of my angry acrobatics, I landed wrong and tore the muscle.>The result? Six weeks in a moon boot, on crutches, and mostly homebound, followed by rehab. Slightly discouraging for a person who loves running, cycling, and being outside. But there is also a bright side: this has afforded me more time to read and write. I am currently reading Liberalism Is a Sin (embarrassingly, for the first time), re-reading Revolution and Counter-Revolution by Dr. Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira, and recently finished Return to Order by John Horvat II.
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