A Plague of Locusts

 It's 42 (F) outside.  The early morning skies are somewhat overcast.  If the weather forecasters are correct, they will give way to partial sunshine and the temps will zoom up into the high 70s (F).  That would make for a really nice day, how sad that I have to work. 

Luckily I'll be sitting at the flooring desk, rather than outside loading mulch in people's cars.  And yes, mulch season has arrived.  That time of year when customers line up to buy bags of (mostly) organic material to spread around their flower beds in order to gain optimal curb appeal.  I can only remember using it one time, and that time it ended up getting spread far beyond the the flower beds by squirrels who can never remember just where it they've buried their nuts.

And for those of you who don't know, there is a plague of locusts coming our way... well, that's not precisely correct.  This summer, two groups of cicadas are going to be hatching.  From what they're saying, they being those who know about cicadas, the numbers will be in the billions.  Two different brood groups will be making their appearance at the same time.  There will, literally, be a plague of locusts.  This summer is going to be special... but not for everybody.  When I first heard about this insect event, I thought it was going to be all over since we have locusts here in Central PA.  Wrong.  It seems that most of this pseudo-religious event will be happening in none other than the Red conservatives states.  I honestly had to laugh when I saw which states are going to be effected the most.

And barely an hour goes by with out the Orange Anus  spitting out something vile on his Truth Social account.  Everybody does know what Truth Social is, don't they?  That Trump owned Social Media platform that went public, so people could invest in Donald?  Of course, it's failing because everything Trump touches dies.  Truth Social was supposed to earn him billions.  (Can you hear me laughing?)  The stock was way overpriced, initially at $70 a share, though the bottom fell out fairly fast and it's now trading at around $29 a share.  Ouch.  A lot of cultists are losing money.  Good.  Everything about this man is a lie.  The "Art of the Deal," was a lie.  Truth Social is anything but true.  The cultists will never understand.  For that to happen they would have to not only think, but reason as well.

Millions of Voices

 The big storm has arrived.  Temps will stay between 45 (F) and 49(F) until further notice.  Rain will be steady, though, as they're not predicting, on and off, which doesn't really make sense, but then we are talking about the weather.  No matter which computer program you run the information through, there are always variations.  The European models tend to be more accurate than the American models, at least as far as hurricane prediction, though this is not a hurricane, just one damn big rain storm.

Work was boring yesterday.  Monday's usually are.  I had some sales.  One of my flooring customers is going to be coming in to purchase, but she didn't do it yesterday.  That's about a $5000 sale.  Management will be impressed.  I also did something this morning that I thought I'd never do, I opened up my hours just a wee bit.  I'm now available to work Wednesday and Thursday afternoons.  That doesn't mean they will schedule me, but it does give me a few more hours a week.  It is so quiet here at the house since Lily's gone, so this will help me to fill in those silent hours.

Another thing I did, was to send David, my narrator, an email putting off the audiobook until I get back from Greece.  There are things I should have done prior to publishing The Body Under Ice as an audiobook, one being to listen to other narrators in other audiobooks.  Simply hiring a narrator from an audition recording without educating yourself is not necessarily a mistake, but it does limit your options.  This doesn't mean I'm changing narrators.  Let's just say I'm opening up the field.  There are a million voices out there, who's to say I won't find one that I feel more defines the characters of Eli and Max. 

There are also other things I feel need to be prioritized, like getting The Body in Motion published, and, probably most important, start the actual writing process for The Body in History.  

And, sticking to my usual practice, here is an artwork tease.  I just love doing these.

And, of course, the Moral Degenerate came up with a $174 million bond to keep the New York Attorney General from taking his properties.  He's going to lose his appeal and someone's going to lose their money.  

His Truth Social stock collapsed yesterday after investors were told that it lost $58 million last year.  Since we all know he's a thief, we can only wonder how much of that loss went to paying his legal expenses.

The Trump campaign team is also hinting at there being campaign events in the approaching days.  That might not be true, but then they, like their soiled diaper of a master, are pathological liars.  Whispers abound that he is so utterly consumed by his approaching hush money/porno trial that his handlers have serious concerns about him making it through an event without sounding like a blithering idiot spouting out a nonsensical word salad.  Is it likely that as he trial date gets closer and closer he will become more unhinged?  Well, we can only hope.