And I saw this on Bloomburg before I went to bed. In case anybody is wonder, here we have the real Donald Trump, the angry megalomaniac who wants to be present so the country can celebrate his... idiocy? Just because he has money doesn't mean he isn't a loser, and this whole Trump U thing shows just how big a scam artist he is. He thinks he's smart. He's not. Lucky yes, but now smart. He doesn't understand he's swimming in a cesspool of bad karma. And he's going to go down, in a very public way.
And finally, before I head off to work (oh, the idiot who screwed up the paint order was written up) there is this.
I had just climbed into bed last night and was reaching to turn off the light when... something swooped over my head. The dogs, of course, made a bee line out into the hallway where they stood and watched as I dealt with... a bat. And a real bat, not some guy in a costume. I don't kill things, except in video games, so I had to figure a way to get him out of the house safely. He flew onto the draperies on the side window, so I got a box, and, well, pretty much let him climb into it. Once inside, I put the lid on and took him downstairs and out onto the front porch from whence he flew away.
Funny, it took the dogs about a half hour before they thought the bedroom safe again.