Yesterday was a standard day at work. Steady, no crazy customers asking questions they've pulled from The Absurdist's Query Book. Though, I will admit the store seem busier than usual for a Friday. I have this sneaking suspicion people are growing wary of Covid's return. They want to get a jump on things in case we go into another lockdown.
John Lewis died yesterday. A towering figure in Human Rights, he was a great man who deserves all of the respect being showered on him and his career.
I saw where certain aides (Kellyann, of the Dimwit clan) of the Idiot Jerk in the White House want him to start his Covid briefings again. They must really be getting desperate. Evidently these fools don't remember how badly his briefings hurt him just two months ago. If I were them I'd be worried he might advise his base to put Clorox in their coffee as a way of killing off... the virus.
On a lighter note, over 20,000 words have been written in The Body in the Loch. A friend asked me what it was like, since it takes place in a castle, in Scotland. My response? "A lot like Downton Abbey if it had been written and directed by Alfred Hitchcock."
And a bit of glorious news: Captain Tom, a centenarian who raised $40 million for the NHS, was knighted by the Queen yesterday.
This was a wonderful thing.
