Bluntness

I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.
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Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Tick, Tick, Tick

 Can we talk about personal accomplishments?  Jeez!  Yesterday was:  aquarium? (check), laundry? (check), bike ride? (check), groceries? (check) dog walk? (check), bike ride? (check), haircut? (check). 

 About the bike ride?  A really super great improvement Garmin has initiated in their Tacx software is the ability for you to create your own route.  That's right.  Now you can break up a 40 mile ride into what ever lengths you want.  The video starts where you want it to start, and ends where you want it to end.  Now you can create fresh, new rides where ever you want!  

As for The Body in the Loch?  I'm rapidly approaching the denouement, a little chapter called 'All Knives Can Kill.'  

And, of course, I do have to go back to work today.  Can you feel my excitement?  These are the doldrum weeks, those days when you decide to take a vacation because there are better things to do then sit at a flooring desk.  The aisles are fairly empty and the slow ticking of boring seconds can be a monumental weight.  True, there are worse things then being bored, but reminding yourself of this fact while you're checking the time every three minutes as you wait for your shift to end is always difficult in what seems to be one of the most difficult times of your life.  Will it ever end?


There is also what seems to be the eternal wait until the Congressional vote tomorrow brings some finality to the 2020 election.  I have to remind you that does not mean this is going to end.  Sometimes putting the final nail in the coffin is just not enough.  We will still have to deal with the zombies for some time to come...


though I wouldn't be surprised if quite a few of them attempt to follow him as he relocates to... well, right now Scotland seems to be his point of entry into Europe. Don't expect him to stay there.  Damn, those men in kilts will stomp his wannabe tinfoil dictator's ass into smithereens.