Oh... Shit!

 Wow! it's 61 (F) outside.  That's cool for an August morning.  The high today is supposed to be in the very low 80s (F).  That's fine.  The prediction is for us to be in the same weather pattern for at least the next week.  That's nice, too.  While we've had some hot days this summer, we've lucked out if you compare us to the rest of the country, places that were sitting at 100 (F) of hotter for days on end.  It would have been nicer of the rain had been spread out a little more, rather than happen in a 24 hour period.  I had customers yesterday, who live a few miles away from me; they told me the rain gauge in their backyard was at 12 inches.

The closing Olympic ceremonies were last evening.  I didn't watch them, since I figured they'd be rather standardized for all those viewers who hate innovation.  Besides, I knew Tom Cruise was going to be participating and... well... blah.  That man is so weird, I'm sure he must be a Republican.

My first load of laundry has just finished and I was going to let it dry outside, but decided to hang in on the dryer in the laundry room instead.  I work today, and it isn't that I'd have a problem with my wash hanging outside all day, I just didn't want to have to take it down off the rack when I get home this evening.  

And management should be happy with me, I got 2 measures and a lead yesterday.  One of the measures is for blinds and after I'd set it up, the customers told me they were leaving for Ohio Tuesday evening... and not coming back.  They're going to be renting the house in Mechanicsburg.  Lucky for me, we've begun a system where the customer can design their own blinds at home and then pay for them.  There's no need for them ever to come back into the store.  The large orange, home improvement retailer I work for loves when we do things like this; it saves on payroll hours.

Donnie Dementia posed this on failing Truth Social media platform yesterday.

Someone asked if he was the whiniest bitch in America.  Honestly, I don't know about that, but he certainly is the loudest.  His dementia is certainly present in the above post, especially in his "later confirmed by the reflection of the mirror like finish."  His rage has driven him a bit crazy, well, he's always been crazy, it's just that now his rage is now driving the bus.  Every time Harris has a larger crowd, or soaring campaign donations, thousands of little gray brain cells die in that man.  They implode and gush themselves into a soupy, snotty mess that spits out stupidities.  You can practically hear the Independent voters as they step back and say, "oh, shit."

Of course, the Main Stream Media wants this election to be a horserace, and so they refrain from writing about the obvious.  They don't understand that publishing about his mental decline would get them many more clicks than their attempt to create flawed drama regarding the election.  So many people love to rubberneck.  When they see an accident by the side of the road, they slow down as they pass in order to gander a view of the wreckage.  Articles about Donnie's decent into dementia would so much grow their revenue, their billionaire owners' lust for $$$ might even be sated... momentarily.