Happy Festivus

 Well, yesterday, for the most part, was overcast.  Hhmm.  I prefer sunny days.  Maybe I should move to Arizona for the winter.  Our forecasters are calling for cloudy skies up until Tuesday, then a few rays of sunshine might light up the region.  And then?  Rain.  We need the rain.  I prefer the rain when our days are short and I'm not planning any outside activities.  

Yesterday was good  as far as getting things done.  All the trim in the kitchen has now been primed.  This means all the painting should be done by the end of next week.  I might even get the tiling done.  There really isn't that much, just bits and pieces here, however there are portions on all 4 walls that need to be tiled.  

I got 2 miles in on the treadmill.  I've kept the speed the same, but cut back on the elevation, so I'm no longer going up hill.  I've noticed a difference in my legs; my quads are getting worked much more than my glutes.  If I was 40 years younger and was concerned with a shapely but that might be a problem, but it isn't.

And, of course, the Supreme Court gave the Spawn of Satan a minor win yesterday by not speeding up the Department of Justice's request for a speedy trial.  This should not have come as too much of a surprise.  To give Jack Smith a win would have meant having to deal with the wrath of Trump.  Do not think for an instant that this had nothing to do with their decision; a decision with out a single dissent and without a single comment.  Believe me, he would rage at them.  He would beat his petty little drum of lies and remind every one of his cult that he was responsible for sitting three of the Justices.  They would have to deal with death threats, and more protests outside their homes, this time by a group of individuals who weren't just objecting to their decision.  Nope.  These protestors would want to injure them, as well as members of their families.  And you can bet both Alito and Thomas are as spineless as they come, cowardly to their selfish core.