The Rug... another lie

 Saturday.  A work day.  Temps are supposed to be cool, hovering in the mid-50s (F)s.  Our afternoon skies are going to be overcast and there will be showers in the area, nothing that's going to amount to much.  We haven't had a soaker in a while and could use one.  This is spring.  Though for the past 2 years most of our spring showers came during the month of May.  Our last 2 winters have been warm, so I'm suspecting nothing is going to break the pattern.

Whether it's the extra hours or not, I find that I've been sleeping longer.  Last night I almost got a full 8 hours of sleep.  That's odd for me.  Usually, I'm getting by with 6 or 7.  

I do get to work this afternoon.  Can you read the excitement in my words.  There are three of us scheduled with only 2 computers to work at.  That means I'm probably going to be getting paid to wander around if the one or both of the other specialists gets a customer.  I can always find someone to talk to, so basically, I'm getting paid a generous wage to walk and talk.  

When I finish up here, I'll be booking the narrator for The Body on the Lawn.  I started booking yesterday and halfway through the process, decided I want to email him with some questions.  His rate was lower than we had discussed, and there was a licensing agreement which was for either days, weeks, or months.  It's an audiobook that's going to be available for years.  So I've got to do a little research on that.  Everything will be concluded this after I finish this entry.

Of course, I did take time yesterday to look through Threads, the Instagram version of what used to be called Twitter.  This pic is actually from Thursday.  What a hoot.  So, the Orange Anus where's a rug, or a toupee, if I were to choose to be polite, but I don't.  The gray stuff is the rug glue that was supposed to keep it attached to his bald head.  The video was so much funnier.

I saw where Jamie Raskin said that the Supreme Court should relocate to the RNC headquarters, of course he was being cynical, and sarcastic, and honest.  One of the things we, just as the majority of Americans, need to remember is that the conservative members of this court don't care what we think.  They are part of that group that is going to say "shut up, we're in charge," and they don't care what kind of damage they do to America, just as long as they get their way.  The fact that their decisions are effecting elections counter to what they so desperately want doesn't phase them.  These few Federalist judges don't understand that states constitutionalizing the right of choice in regards to abortion is a punch in the face.  All they want to do is dictate, and by doing so, they are doing America wrong.

Discovery

Well, it's Friday, outside it's sunny, and I have the day off.  Temps are predicted to climb into the mid 60s (F).  Now, doesn't that sound like a wonderful day for yardwork.  I've a branch on one of my river birch trees that's broken and needs to be cut completely off.  I might even get out the weed wacker.

As expected, yesterday was slow I work.  I did manage to get $2000 vinyl floor tile sale.  That was nice.  I don't expect any of my flooring measures to sell, so that might be all the sales that I get this week.  

I like Star Trek and have been watching the last season of Discovery.  I don't like the one story arcs a lot of TV series have become very fond of over the past few years.  I prefer episodic storylines.  Star Trek dove into the deep end of the story arc pool right from the beginning and, in my opinion, has been struggling ever since.  Each season the Galaxy is about to be destroyed, and they always seem to be up against an advanced technology that always proves to be weaker than the captain and crew of the Discovery.  This year's no different, and I sit there out of loyalty to the series feeling glad that this is the last year.  Discovery is not what Gene Roddenberry envisioned.

Rock and Roll is my preferred choice of music, and that includes what was once called alternative rock.  I also have, possibly some might think it a bad habit, of fixating on one group when I begin writing a new book.  For years it was Fallout Boy.  For The Body in History, I've gone back a few decades to a little known Aussie band called Midnight Oil.  Here they playing one of their little ditties called Sell My Soul.  It should be played very loud.

Since I did work yesterday, I only got to read snippets of the Trump trial in NYC.  There's a great video of him speaking at some point, probably during the lunch break, where he's outside and a gust of wind grabs his hair and lifts it up proving to the world that he wears a wig, or a rug, or whatever you want to call it.  There were lots of mini-bombshells dropped during Pecker's testimony, including the fact that Sarah Huckabee Sanders was in on the payoff.  That should not be surprising to anyone.  She's such a load.

And, as expected, the Supreme Court is going to wait their decision on Trump's immunity until the end of June.  The conservative branch is going to help their god as much as they can.