Reporter’s Note | 1:19 pm, October 5, 2025, Sunday, 1: 43 pm | Ramola D
Reminding note to all: These matters are being reported because they are Crimes. The CIA, DARPA, DOD, Air Force, Army, Navy may think they can plunge on ahead and keep committing these crimes on my person–by which I mean my physical living body–but they CANNOT. These attacks using Spectrum, Acoustic, Nano, Neuro, Electrical Weapons, through-wall, through-air, and through-skin, and using drones, planes, helis, cars, pickups, houses and crazed men and women pounding up and down our streets and living next door to us, are all of them AGAINST EVERY LAW in the United States of America, in Massachusetts State where I am and in the world: the Plane of Earth, dense, matter’d Earth, and against all rights, God-Given and natural, endowed-from-birth rights that each of us has, just by nature and reason of being Born, they are against Life. These are crimes being committed and protected by Police, Military, and Intelligence agencies as well as University and Hospital researchers and third-party contractors with primary contractors contracting with fusion centers and their heads, State Police. The CIA-DOD complex which is running, permitting, and continuing these crimes needs to back down and STOP COMPLETELY AND IMMEDIATELY these crimes of assault, deceit, harassment, trespass, battery, and MURDER. For when you are being disabled, diseased, and beaten physically, that is Murder. When you cannot speak of it–forcibly and deceivingly being given “Mental Health Labels” which are then looked upon as Serious Liability and Tag for Crime by Armed Police trying to accuse YOU of VIOLENCE instead of themselves, rightly– that is Slavery. When all your means of communication and gaining reprieve are removed from you–including by deathly CYBERHACKING–that is SLAVEBINDING. These crimes are being reported here by me as close to every day as I can report, as a Journalist and Investigative Reporter speaking for all like me attacked in this way, unlawfully, and shamefully, for purposes of ENDING these shameful, atrocious, malicious crimes–committed by our own (supposedly) Military, Police, Intelligence and completely reckless and unethical Private Sector (Biotech, Medtech, Defense)–FOREVER. –11:21 am, Thursday, October 2, 2025.
1;19 pm: As I write, blast hits on the shield in front of me–LRADs, PEPs, RF HPM pulses, you name it. Simultaneously, crashes from one house over past the Mazzeos. they’re all involved, and each wants attention.
A drone was here as well a few minutes ago, and extremely loud crashes occurred on the shielding. I couldn’t reach for my phone to record it for the Ngoan Chen and Chen Liming of the day have disarmed it now–battery drained, messages about “Storage full” stop it working. How did they do this? They went to APPLE, that’s how. Apple has always been criminal, it seems, and now they’re adding to it. No way this is being done without Apple’s consent.
Also, we are speaking about the CIA here and NSA and DHS. The CIA is running this TORTURE ESCAPADE, with Clones, on me and my family. they are running, especially, the 12-Year-Long Attack on my Name, Reputation, Work, Life, Face, Body, and Brain because BY GOD, they’re gonna get my brain — for their private “We want to know your Processes” project. It involves TORTURE, but you can’t speak, you can’t tell anyone about it. It involves beating your body all over with Radio Frequency Weapons which a local “CLINICAL CO-RESPONDER” from the Jet-Setting Quincy Police Force will be despatched to assure you to your face and your spouse that no, such doesn’t exist. [TIM O’BRIEN, YES I AM COMING FOR YOU.] [Thudhit on shielding to my right side, Mazzeos, 1:25 pm.] So, I can’t speak at all? No, you can’t speak. You can’t spell out the obvious. You can’t spell out the FACTS here. And you can’t mention Names. REALLY? Yes really. There are LAWS protecting our Boys in BLUE. Oh yes, I see perfectly. The BOYS IN BLUE can run TERROR OPERATIONS and I can’t speak about it? I must be Censored and Silenced and the BOYS IN BLUE get to bludgeon me and everyone else in Quincy to bits?
There’s a large black-shaded silver grey van by the oak this morning and I wonder which family of paid mercenaries here is entertaining the drivers of it.
Someone sneezes. Car doors slam. 1:28 pm.
So basically what the CIA is doing is running their Double-Bind Catch-22 operation over and over–and who is letting them? They’re at the Very Top and therefore they get to run Torture Operations inside the USA and there’s no one to sanction them?
Yes, it is TORTURE I am reporting. Some know this, and know it is exactly as the Senate Torture Report has reported–a report not released yet, known only in summary. And preceded by others.
The CIA protects DARPA and is protected by it. The CIA protects the Police and is protected by them.
“Police” has come to mean all of them: CIA, DHS, FBI, PDs, NSA. Although NSA of these is the most distant. One wants to believe there is Ethics and Conscience somewhere, in one of these, in the NSA especially. Because it spells National Security. DHS has proved it is not running Homeland Security [clang of metal pipes and chains, mazzeo side, 1:32 pm] but Home Terror–Domestic Terror would be accurate. And the CIA runs it alongside them. I have experienced this Terror first hand, I have reported it. I continue to report it. Police Departments have been handed a particularly effusive kind of Carte Blanche, to run Domestic Terror to the hilt. That is what is happening now, here in Quincy–Quincy “400” which should be ashamed of itself.
Very loud motorbike vrooming and plane sounds. 1:35 pm.
This morning when I got out of bed–after being fried all night with ELF vibrations of different kinds, barely getting to sleep–I made a few recordings last night, to report what was happening–despite it being 2 am, being attacked then, hearing people get into the Black Pickup which had come and parked again in front, and hearing Mazzeos as well, this morning I saw [mazzeo car arrives, someone bangs a car door, 1:36 pm] one Mazzeo man lurk in the driveway, wait with his cell, more gingery red headed and redbearded, stocky about the shoulder, open a recording, then another Mazzeo man emerge, darker bearded, darker shirt, lither, less shoulder saunter down that drive and across past the hostas down Pine as if taking a walk; he made a point of it to use a hand to touch his right lower back as he went: that’s the spot they were targeting last night or intending to, the intention. I was blasthit all over with those ELFs all night, atrially fibbed, and skin burn weapons used on my thighs and legs. I hadn’t thought my right kidney was being hit. But these RF pulses are insidious. What I had thought was my LUNGS are being hit by these ELFs. I could not breathe, although living on Vitamin C yesterday and good food: fruit, curried vegetables, lentils in a stew, My lungs are being attacked by these extremely low vibrations I think, catarrh is blocking my nasal passages, and everywhere I go nasty things are being sprayed at me: natural gas, mold, human and animal shit smells.
Sound of several planes nearby and blasthits on different bits of shielding in the room. I have shielded from Atrial Fibs yesterday by blocking off the cars on the hill and the Chevys parked in the Pinester drive and they want to try another angle, I think.
1:44 pm: I am sitting under Reflectix to breathe again–and PoliCIA don’t like it. Zoomer up Pine, 1:44 pm.
That’s what is going on and there is no one to tell you it is my BREATHING they want to end. They have a plan for BIOROBOTIZING and NEUROTAKEOVER and neither will happen if I get back to BREATHING. 1:45 pm.
I have survived the past few days with Karela, Equisetum, Nettle, and Pau d’arco. And Vitamin C and good nutrition. Oranges too. Citrus.
I have begun my Dancing again. Shielding my knee has become a daily necessity. Both knees, but especially the right one. 1:47 pm.
The second man who signaled is the older one [Anglo/Italian American, possibly retired police] who drives the silver fusion half pick-up, which was parked across from the oak this morning as I recorded the Mazzeo men. He came round the back of his truck and touched his heart, the center of his chest, meaningfully. So he was parked there, it must mean, catty-corner diagonal to where I lay in my bed, feeling that pulsing power on skin and wanting reprieve, and blasthitting my chest from there. I had indeed felt the heart fibs, I had pulled up one of the larger sheet metal shields to block them. I had succeeded–in those minutes after I had woken and felt it. 1:50 pm.
Two men, telling me how I was being hit–by Them. 1:51 pm.
nsEP and KNEES:
Still under attack electrically, I woke in pain and tried Reiki on my knees, found I was still being pulsed from various directions–including where that fusion pickup was parked when I got up–and pulled the sheet metal shield across it to save it. Drones came up pretty soon after, they are insistent, the PoliCIA is, for they have Decreed I MUST BE DISABLED AND PUT TO DEATH IN SECRET.
[Extreme heat on my back, where the shingle-spray was sprayed yesterday, I think by the Chen Limings when I went out briefly and my shielding slipped. 1:54 pm. Breathed just now and people are whacking things in front. Blondie on her car door maybe, while a drone seemed to walk down the street–loud, high above. ]
Yesterday, to my horror, I discovered my back had been sprayed in this way, the sprayshot all over the upper back and neck. Extreme-Crime ADT now activatable, by the Chen Liming faction, a TORTURE FACTION ON THIS STREET. YES I AM REPORTING TORTURE. ANYONE LISTENING? [We are going to call you SCHIZOPHRENIC! WE ARE COMING TO DRUG YOU FORCIBLY.]
All 3 parties I have reported very closely here are running TORTURE CELLS for the CIA, DARPA, DOD, AIR FORCE, GENERAL DYNAMICS, and plausibly also the US NAVY, US MARINE CORPS, US ARMY, DIA, and a bunch of Universities–and for QUINCY POLICE and the BOSTON FBI. 1:57 pm.
Intense, clamping skin and muscle hit on my right thigh as I wrote that–Mazzeo side. 1:58 pm. They’ve taken to clamping me today in this fashion, all of them–perhaps it’s a new “CORRECTIONS TECHNOLOGY” for use in the Norfolk Country Jail, where the Legal Department for the Sheriff doesn’t have the guts to confess their CRIMES–the CRIMES they committed against me on December 20, 2022. The NORFOLK COUNTY SHERIFF is just as culpable as QUINCY POLICE and BREWSTER AMBULANCE in that SECOND KIDNAP AND KNOCKOUT OPERATION they ran on me that day. Honks on the street, zoomers: 2:00 pm.
Stream of planes again across Elmwood. 2:00 pm.
Smell of shit in the room–the vent is closed yet sprayed at and seeping through. 2:01 pm.
Yesterday night past midnight when I came back up after getting a drink of water and some more Vitamin C, there was a smell of some strange drug in the room. A Very medicinal, psych-drug smell. I had to go away and come back for the smell to go away. They want very much to BRAIN-DEADEN me. They have already BRAIN-DAMAGED me–in numerous hits I am still climbing out of. [BRAIN DAMAGE on LEFT SIDE OF BRAIN and PARIETAL LOBE to remove VOCABULARY, SYNTACTIC ABILITIES, COMPOSITIONAL SKILLS–pretty much what I make my name on, daily, as a writer, author, poet, journalist, college creative writing faculty–which I wish to return to, one day soon when this CRIME SPREE is STOPPED, by SOMEONE!]
Yesterday I went back to the Voice Stories I had begun, on this EXTREME-DEPRAVITY, CIA-POLICE-RUN CRIME SPREE. I tried to post them, to stick a “Paid Content” subscription-only link on them. I was thwarted by the Mazzeos [they just cracked the shielding again, 2:06 pm] who refused to let me try to make any money off my writing. Yes it’s 1884 and we are Max Perkins and Emily Dickinson all over again. Or whoever he was, the Criminal. You can’t make money, but everyone else can. You can’t sell your writing, but everyone else can. Frantic RNM, right calf, Mazzeos, zoomer, drone, 2:07 pm. You can’t be a writer again in the world–because why? I’m gonna become PRECOG now and the rest of you are gonna write those fancy Hollywood scripts out of my throat? [No, your BRAIN, your BRAIN–your BRAIN is what we want: Ngoan Chen and Chinese Fred.] And you bet Hollywood is involved.
Hollywood is right here (with their plastic baby boys, carried in by one or other of the Hava Nagila girls) blasting my left cheek with COLLOID. Maybe it’s CELLULOID! The only kind of CELLULOID I can expect! My left cheek is currently of the exact same proportions as a Right Whale’s, the kind becoming fast extinct around the Atlantic. 2:11 pm.
In fact, my Right Cheek has also been blasted. It is LESS BLASTED than the LEFT CHEEK so it looks LOPSIDED, the whole of it and I refuse to show my face in public anymore. In fact, I cannot. The whole of it looks swollen and TRAGIC.
It must be the 2 videos I made and finally posted a couple days ago. They made me look ALMOST NORMAL, they must have thought.
Immediate ordering up of more CELLULOID COLLOID CHEEK DAMAGE. and JAWLINE SWELLING AND DISAPPEARANCE.
The Ngoan Chen who sprayed me was outside this morning, putting down white cotton batting for Halloween Pretend. “Oh I am a NORMAL Chinese-American Mama and here are my two cherubs, one dressed in RED.” [Zoomer, 2:16 pm.] The other was possibly in US Mint colors. I noticed it was upright and alive, having survived the early years of no-attention and being plonked on stones in the garden as it came down the small plastic slide, abandoned by both parents, unable to call out “Mama!” because no one had told it it had one, very feral, is what I am going for here, it was clear they were bringing this child up like a wolf’s other children it wished to not-acknowledge [blasthits by Mazzeo near their car and now my Back and Seat are on FIRE. That’s ADT, attached to the car. 2:19 pm.]. It squealed a lot, wildly, and this morning both boys did it again. Both boys emitting wild feral squeals. Although now I am wondering if it was Blondie’s second which was doing the squealing along with this one. I just missed recording it. But I did report it, directly after.
[Basically well after the batting-setting up thing I came away to this room and heard the squealing and went to the front window and all the boys were squealing possibly. I heard Blondie the Second (the shorter, younger, better dressed one–possibly the one who drives the Quincy schoolbus) say, They’re so excited to see each other! )[In Cover–for the CHILD ABUSE they both are running, in tandem apparently: CIA CULT, MKULTRA for the kids is what we should all be thinking here.]
The boys may all be fostered. The boy she was with today that I had seen also dressed in red, just moments earlier, may have been a Chinese kid. I’ve seen a few, foster kids I presume, going in and out of here. Maybe they’re the same family. Or Clones. Who knows. This is Quincy, and there is only Strangeness going on here. Slash RNM on right thigh muscle, drone, 2:22 pm.
Climate Control Quincy. Clone City Quincy. Cloud Creation Quincy. Controlled Equipment Quincy. Canary in CoalMine Quincy. That’s Quincy 400 for you…2:30 pm.
One more thing to report: When I was dancing downstairs this morning–just to a mix of music, a lot of Latin dance party mainly–the Chens and Starsiak-PDs were sending in steady Skin Sub MMWs as I danced. I had a panel of reflectix up to block their drive (Pinester) and one by the sink, so some cover. But I was still hit. On the right and left thighs and calves too. They like to attack–they think for Plausible Deniability. “She’ll be tired after the dancing so we give her Fatigue Frequencies.” “She’s getting old so we’re giving her Knee Hits.” Further: As I stood moving my knees, feeling how they had improved after the flamenco dancing I’d attempted–the rhythmic tap-dancing style of the fast steps especially, sending energy up and down into the knee injury, healing it–at the very end, just a little bit, I was blasthit by the Mazzeos, from their direction, electrically, on that knee, to injure it again: RE-INJURY, over and over is what they’re running here.
This is what they are doing up and down the breadth of this country and the world, the Satanic Globalist CIA fiends, attacking people in their homes so they suffer all kinds of Bodily damage and have to Run to the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR: that Doyen of Magic Know-Allness they’ve fixed–except, it’s OVER. DOCTORS are OVER. Their ALLOPATHIC ROCKEFELLER MEDICINE POISON and SURGICAL AND CHEMICAL MUTILATION APPROACH TO HEALING–which they cannot accomplish, because Health Insurance wants no HEALING, only RETURN TO THE DOCTOR’s OFFICE and TIME FOR HOSPITAL next–is OVER. Their VACCINE POISONS and BIOTECH CRIMINALITY TORTURING ANIMALS IN CAGES INTERMINABLY is OVER. How many of them haven’t woken up to this? 2:36 pm.
I mean, PEOPLE have woken up. PEOPLE have lost their CHILDREN and PARENTS to the VACCINE. And yet the vaccine is advertised on the radio–I couldn’t believe it, yesterday, when I heard those ads for the “new MODERNA mRNA COVID-19 Vaccine for Seniors”–who are the most prone to COVID-19 and Pneumonia, said the ad in TOTAL LIE MODE. They are in TOTAL LIE MODE now, it’s not even PR. It’s not PR, it’s not Advertising, it’s not Promotion of anything Promoteable. It’s a DEATH TRUCK OF POISONS they are selling–saying the exact opposite of what is true. Seniors, the elderly, children are especially in danger from that mRNA vaccine which changes your GENES, your RNA, your DNA, ALTERS YOUR GENETIC PROGRAMMING so your brain does not get the right healthy signaling from your cells. Instant Death has occurred post-vaccine, and 1-day-after death and 2-day-after death and so on. Cancers, from that vaccine. WHO in their right mind would touch it? NO ONE. And yet Radio Boston–or Magic 101 or whatever it was was playing this ad.
And another one, equally obnoxious: TREMFAYA, for supposed COLON problems–which they are inducing with these RADIO WEAPONS!
As they’re inducing, in the case of ALL DISEASES today, every single one of them–physical, neurological, what they call psychological and psychiatric–every single one manufactured with the use of 5G transmissions and Radio Weapons! 2:43 pm.
We are in the grips of a Criminal Cabal using Bioweaponry and Neuroweaponry on all of us. Yes, all of us. Those chem trails mean: ALL OF US. 2:46 pm.
AEROSOLING, plausibly, is being done most in the vicinity of the AIR FORCE BASES and ARMY BASES where they’re running the DEW experiments and Neurotech experiments. That is, the TOWNS IN THE VICINITY THEREOF. [Horse stamping sounds, Mazzeo drive, 2:47 pm.]
THE BACKYARDS IN THE VICINITY THEREOF.
Because I have certainly seen an EXCESS of AEROSOLING here after I’ve published some major article or report. 2:48 pm.
I have taken 100s of chem trail pics. I need to publish them all.
3:47 pm: A second plane, military, low, crossing overhead seemingly. the first one plunged down the oak, I actually saw it. Just a couple minutes ago. Didn’t have my camera out and was fallen down in the bed!
3:54 pm: Another plane, military, across Elmwood, witnessed, just outside the window. Also with Machine Intel over engines. Yes, why haven’t you all wrapped up your Terror Ops as yet? Your BRAIN PROJECT is DEAD. 3:55 pm.
[Blasthit on shield to left, Chenlimings are DARPA-MIT as well then? THEY ARE CRIMINALS. Smell of psych drug in room a minute ago has given way to smell of potatoes, cooking. Yesterday it was beef stew by the Chen Liming shed, and Mazzeo house, this morning it was Vinegar sprayed by Ngoan Chen from Clang Clang shed. And in the evening they had their small Natural Gas National Grid LEAK-FAUCET going so I could not breathe anything but LPG, by the first and second crab apples, both of which they have attacked. I have to pray for them and water them and hope for the best. 3:58 pm.][No, not Them. I will never pray for them. None of them. 3:59 pm.]
If you think about the ones who have delivered the actual hits to us, the actual attacks, the actual TORTURE TECH ASSAULT AND BATTERY 24/7, they are not “Minions’ in this. They actually feature rather Large and Loud in this Game of Covers they play here, Cover upon Cover, like an Onion, and they are CULPABLE: for my DISABLEMENT, DEATH, and MURDER–and all in my family who have been hit, over and over by these LIE-SPILLING CRIMINALS. 4:01 pm.
Sounds of walkers outside,a screeching blue jay baby, RNM on my left leg and RADAR just before, on ANUS. 4:02 pm.
Shut up, shout the Chens! And Luna! Which started the day actually, a small, young raspy redbeard voice below the window saying Luna!
4:47pm: What sounded like the Fatty from next door wearing echo-stalking colors and alighting from the white Prop car a little while ago, clutching her prop swaddling for a child clutched close to her chest on her cell phone mumbling and walking past led to a spray of mold being tossed into the room from the front–where the window is open–I do believe she threw in a stink bomb–and the boy with the basketball pounding, paused now, while blasthits sounded on shielding as I stood at the other window, too late, looking.
9:36 pm: Blasthits on flashing held at my chest, the Chen Limings freaking out ‘cos I’m sitting at a different spot on the bed and the Mazzeos can’t get their INSISTENT ELFS into my body and spine now that I’ve shielded my seat better. I was being buzzed with a power drill just now, had to get up and walk about and breathe a bit. I got myself some green tea and came upstairs. Around 9 I noticed Blondie the IInd was standing by her SUV–a police-looking minivan–and [massive smash hit loud on shielding at chest, 9:38 pm]smoking. Yes, she was smoking. And I did not get it. I have never seen any one of them standing outside, smoking. There may have been some message there I did not get. I looked hard but there was no Message entering my head. After a minute I noticed she was smoking as no one smokes, she was raising and blowing in rather fiercely, several times a second and what was That all about? Then she left hurriedly and went back in. She did not look like Blondie the IInd to tell the truth, a little different. Her face looked different and her hair was piled on her head Oompa Loompa style–that’s their trademark NWO-Takeover Plump and if you see it anywhere, run like the Wind!
Just interrupted the above to make a brief video recording as very loud hits were being sounded on the flashing at my chest. 9:48 pm.
The other thing I must report for this evening: When I finished my shower this evening and stepped out I was suddenly conscious of being made extremely uncomfortable. I couldn’t breathe, and figured I was being RF pulsed on my nose and face. Luckily I located the Sound Shield and held it up–the sounds were intense, close, high frequency pulse shots, almost MMW I would think–blasting away at my face and nose to stop me from breathing. I walked down to the Art Room and determined where the hits had come from: the Mazzeos, Starsiak QPD house and garage, some cars on the street especially one large one all black by the Mergels, and the Chen Liming house. I took some pics with my camera after a bright blue SUV rolled up as well. They seemed to all want to stop me from breathing, and I had to use Rosemary Oil and Tiger Balm at my nose to start breathing again. I went downstairs, where it was better, then walked about getting some carrots and lettuce together for the bunnies. I went outside and watered for a bit, gratified to see a squirrel simply charge down the fence to come get his dinner.
More and more hits here at my chest. A Mazzeo car zipped up and left. Someone else is parked closeby, whacking away. I made another brief recording, this one for the English Lady in Waiting consigned to Murder in the Tomb of the Skulls and the Bones, Piled up in the Maze (a Starstraw Production, to be uploaded shortly). 10:14 pm. [She had a Very Fat Face and she was not Happy at all, with that Countenance, it was clear.} {Still, nothing stopped her! The Show must Go on, she said quietly to herself, as she surveyed the WHALE WALLS on her Visage and Pursued Posterity with a Fierce Passion!] 10:16 pm.
10:57 pm: The hits were fast and furious on the shielding after I got that Uploaded, and still are, it seems–various zoomers charging down to park closeby. I always imagine the CIA is visiting but why should they? They live right next door, and they simply don’t like it, anything I’m doing!
If I can actually DO something that is.
Here is the other recording–sadly Fatter-faced than the other one and I made this earlier (as noted above)
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1:39 am: The bed is still vibrating and both Blondie and the Mazzeos are up, sending a combo of ELFs and UHFs in. The effect is BLADDER ATTACK INDUCING and they want me not to be able to sit or lie down or try to sleep. That’s ok, I am reading about the Police-Psychiatry connection–and what HOOPS their writers had to jump through to write claptrap like this: https://csgjusticecenter.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/Police-Mental-Health-Collaborations-Framework.pdf. I am not saying this BLADDER VIBRATING is not a problem, I am saying it is a MAJOR PART OF BODILY TORTURE and it is clear the CIA cannot pass this off as “testing controlled equipment” from Israel, which nation hasn’t realized it cannot come and start a WAR here. Yes there is a WAR ongoing [vicious RNM, right calf, Mazzeos, 1:43 am] and the WAR is being run by MEN with a taste for WOMEN’s BRAINS and WOMEN’s BLADDERS. They want both, they say, they won’t settle for less. The WOMEN they have enslaved rush over to rationalize their crazed yearnings. What can we do, Lord and Master, they cry, as their Master Tarzans BEAT THEIR WAR CHESTS and keep attacking BRAINS AND BLADDERS. What can we do to further facilitate COMPLETE TAKEDOWN OF THE WOMEN WE TARGET?
REPORT THEREFORE ON BED VIBRATIONS NONSTOP ALL NIGHT FOR BLADDER ACTIVATION AND BRAIN DEATH, 1:46 am.
I think it will be simple enough to look around this town and see WHO has permitted this CIA TORTURE TIME on me. For anyone who aids and abets Quincy Police and the State Police in running this Crime Spree on us is the CULPRIT. Police and Sheriffs, Captains and Lieutenant Colonels are all implicated. DHS and the Fusion Center heads. FBI, their bosom friend. 1:51 am. October 6, 2025. monday morning.
