Senior Moments

 Well, can we say a cheery hello to Sunday morning?  I'm off today.  Personal day.  I'm using vacation up.  In another month and a half, I'm going to get my yearly chunk of vacation added to my account.  Yippee.

Weatherwise?  We might hit 99 (F) this afternoon.  This means we had a 2-day heat wave, which is more of a splash than anything else.  

I'm driving down to York to visit friends.  Lunch.  Inside, of course.  Often, we'll go to a Chinese buffet.  A lot of people have problems with buffets; I have no problem with them.

For a brief moment yesterday, I thought I was having a Senior Moment.  Usually, when I get off the treadmill, I hang my heart rate monitor on the shower head so I can rinse off the strap while I shower.  Yesterday, I didn't.  Shit.  And I thought, 'where in hell did I put that?'  And then I remembered.  I'd thrown it away because an updated one was being ordered.  In a way, I suppose, it was a senior moment, but not quite.  

Of course, you don't need to be a senior to have a senior moment.  Last week, one of our freight associates decided to make macaroni and cheese in the microwave.  These days you can make anything in a microwave, so no one saw anything wrong with him dumping everything in a bowl, add the water and popping it into the microwave.  His senior moment came when he set the timer: not thinking, he set the microwave to run on high for 30 minutes.  From what I've been told, (sadly no one took pictures) his 'mac & cheese' had burst into flame before someone else yanked open the microwave door.  When asked, he said he had no idea why he set the timer for so long.

I like the musical group Young the Giant.  Here's their latest, American Bollywood.  Whether people want to understand it or not, this is America.

The most disappointing thing this past week was finding out I needed to wait until October 21 for Steve Bannon to get sentenced.  Of course, there were some truly bright spots:  the Kansas City Star calling Josh Hawley the 'laughingstock of America.'  You can't mine gold this shiny!  Oh, and then there was the bit about Alan Dershowitz complaining that he's no longer getting invited to parties on Martha's Vineyard because he represented Trump in his 2nd (I believe it was his 2nd) impeachment hearing.  Cute.  Dershowitz defended a traitor because his own ego thought it would get him attention.  Well, Al, it sure has.