My Policeman, Oh Joy!

Well, can I get a happy hello for Friday?  I know some of you are looking forward to the weekend.  Me, well, I just got off the scale and that pecan pie into my corporeal self.  Can someone please explain to me how something that weighs... oh, say 16 oz can suddenly add 32 oz to your weight?  Do fat cells weigh more than pecans?  And sugar? 

I watched My Policeman last night.  I truly enjoyed.  It's a love story of sorts, though more about redemption than anything else.  What will we do for happiness?  Sometimes it's something as simple as sticking your hand out of a speeding car to feel the air rushing past.  It's also about the brutality of the 1950s,  and how so many chose the safety found in silence.  A lot of people will watch it because of Harry Styles, and he can act.  It's free with Amazon Prime.  

And yesterday, on November 11, our Christmas trees arrived.  Over 250 of them.  The outside garden smelt simply wonderful, all of that heavenly pine.  Too bad they'll be dropping needles like rain before Christmas.

And the fallout from the dead red wave is still crashing down upon the Republican party.  Oh, Joy!  I work with several conservatives, one of whom simply can't talk about it because it brings him to tears.  That's right, these midterms have cut a 62 year old, a Christian man to his quick.  Oh, Joy!  And it's quite amusing to hear conservative pundits saying on national TV that one of the things that hurt them so badly was abortion.   Pardon me, but how can they be so fucking closed minded and stupid at the same time.  Remember in the runup to the elections how some were even talking about codifying an anti-abortion law?  So, will any of them learn anything from this terrible rude awakening?  When Trump gets indicted, and it is coming, the party will be cut off at their knees.  Oh, Joy!