Testosterone

We had no rain yesterday.  None last night either.  Right now, the sun's shining and we have a temp of around 71 (F).  According to some forecasts, our high this afternoon will be in the low 80s (F), according to others we'll be in the the high 70s (F).  I don't really care about this afternoon's weather since I'm working.

Yesterday was rather meh.  I did a little cleaning, baked a blueberry thingy by dashing a number of ingredients into a bowl, stirring briskly, and than baking the batter in the oven.  I ended up with something like a cakie cookie that will be going with me to work this afternoon as a snack.  

And sometime yesterday I realized that Friday was the beginning of a holiday weekend.  Some people will have a 3 day holiday, others 4 days.  Being my age and semi-retired I'm on a holiday most of the time, so all this holiday means to me is an extra 4 hours holiday on my check.

I'm also celebrating (not the right word) 18 years with the orange retailer I work for.  That means as of midnight last night, I have 80 hours of paid vacation on the books just waiting to be taken.  Yes, I earn vacation pay.  I'm also still accruing personal time.  I told management I should get a cake for my anniversary.  That ain't gonna happen.  

 Here's a picture of the blueberry thingy.

I see that Kegsbreath Hegseth's mandatory testosterone testing for all military personnel over 30 has been changed to voluntary testing.  Testosterone therapy is also on a voluntary basis.  I'm sure this must aggravate Kegsbreath to no end, since he believes masculinity is defined by screaming testosterone levels.

Keggie's also having senior military personnel take polygraph tests in an attempt to find out who's leaking all the bad news about him.  Leaks like the letter detailing his incompetence signed by a number of high ranking members of our military.  Maybe, instead of a testosterone test, Keggie should just take a competency test.  Of course, you have to remember he was put into his position, not because of his experience as a 2 Bronze Star officer, but because he and the Orange Anus are driving down the same lingo lane in the land of delusion.  Both seem to believe that a loud voice and a good coat of face paint will cover up their ineptitude.