Greenland???

Friday... and we are half way through the month of August.  The temps are supposed to tick upwards into the 90's (F) for the next couple of days.  Don't worry, cool days are on their way... or maybe I should say cooler.  Soon Fall will be here as we enter the days of pumpkin pie spice.  Hhhmm... pumpkin pie spice, source of inspiration for the great science fiction classic "Dune."  And, just in case you're concerned, they are doing a new theatrical version to be released in November 2020.  This is your chance to see a beardless Jason Mamoa.  My, that got your interest, didn't it?
And then, of course, there is the rest of the shit from yesterday.  The Idiot Jerk in the White House had a serious case of vocal flatulence which illustrated his total intolerance of those who speak out against him.  You know who I'm talking about:  Tlaib and Omar.  He basically told the soon to be indicted Prime Minister of Israel to keep these two American Congresswomen out of the country.  And the soon to be indicted Prime Minister obliged.  And suddenly a lot of people were saying this was really, really, really bad.  Some Republicans, like Marco Rubio, said this fart stank, but most stayed silent.  The Idiot Jerk has a personal history starting vendettas against those who don't bow down and adore him.  He wants to hurt and humiliate them any and every way he can.  In an attempt to turn public attention away from his racist agenda, his administration decided to release some sort of innocuous turd about his wanting to buy Greenland.  These people are so stupid. 
I saw this morning where Israel now says Tlaib can enter the country to visit her relatives on the West Bank.  Bebe bowed and kissed the ass of the Idiot Jerk in the White House and Jews were incensed.  Do you know how bad this makes us look?  They asked.  Sinking to such a level of petty reprehensibility?
I only rode 7 miles yesterday, and that was with a training program rather than a route.  There was construction on I81 and that slowed me down.  This evening I hope to get at least 10 miles in.
I also crossed the 30,000 word mark on the next book by finishing the back story on how the ghost town of Nancy's Notch, became known as Nancy's Notch in the first place... and it's not what you think.