Blame it on the Game

 Well hello Day before Thanksgiving.  Here in Central PA we are under a dense fog warning.  Note, this is not an advisory, but an honest to God warning.  Our current temp is 48 (F).  The forecast is for the high to be in the low to mid 60s (F), that is until the bottom drops out.  We're supposed to be in the low 30s (F) by the time the holiday rolls into town at midnight, with tomorrow's high in the low to mid 40s (F).  On top of the cooler temps, we appear to be heading into some sort of temperature holding pattern for the next week or so.  Well, what can I say?  We are heading into December.

Yesterday was so, so.  I did get something accomplished.  That includes a 45 minute bike ride, though I have to admit, there was a bit of sluggishness in my pedaling.  The route was new, mostly uphill, and for some reason I couldn't get into the Fallout Boy playlist.  Believe me, this is unusual.  I drive over to my local Giant Supermarket to buy all the necessaries for tomorrow's lunch, or dinner, or whatever.  I'm not planning anything big.  As you get older, holidays tend to become like birthdays, just another day of the week.  The only thing different is that I'll get holiday pay from the great Orange Retailer without having to work for it.

This afternoon, I'm going to try my hand at apple fritters.  Even thought tomorrow is going to be just another day, you can still have tasty morsels to set it apart from all the other days.

I watched a German comedy, Blame it on the Game last night.  I did laugh.  We too often tend to think of Germans as stalwart and stern, they are not.  It is rather slap stick at times, and yes, this is a naked ping pong game in it, and balls do get smacked.

Apparently the Wack Job in the White House has been posting unabated bat shit since the NY Times posted an article about him sundowning.  You know what I'm talking about.  Things like Orangie only making public appearances between noon and 5 PM, and then he spends most of the time sitting down, and, on occasion napping.  They also talked about him posting incoherencies, like this morning's comments about there are no long Republicans, but Trumplicans, or Treblicans, or some sort of nonsense.  All the while, prices continue to rise, and Witkhoff teaches the Russians how to be nice to the sundowner.  It's also being reported that there is a big tiff going on between Orangie and his ballroom architect, who apparently wants to make it smaller.  And, as I sit here this Thanksgiving reading and hearing this horseshit, I think about Chief Justice Roberts. and Sammy Alito, and the other Supreme Court Justices who voted to give Orangie almost limited immunity.  All of this, the Noem grift, fratboy Hegseth,  MTV alumni Duffy, who wants us all to dress nice when we fly, nutlick Lutnick... every single one of these horrific cabinet choices is resting on their shoulders.  There terrible judgement will chide their names throughout history, and they will deserve every second of disrespect that weighs heavily on their brows.