Jail Time

 Tuesday.  It's my day off, and it's very foggy outside. What's strange is that Accuweather did not send out a fog advisory or warning, so maybe it's just very localized, like only on my street.  I doubt that.  Temps are supposed to climb up into the mid 70s (F) today, but the threat of thunderstorms is hanging over our heads.  We have the same forecast for tomorrow.  Yippee.  

I did work yesterday.  Business was slow.  That doesn't mean we weren't busy.  The regional manager is walking our store this morning.  That means everybody has to be working making the store look presentable.  I'm rarely impressed by people or the positions they hold with the company, so being off today and not being able to meet him today doesn't phase me in the least bit.  I have met upper management before, and while it's always nice, those moments are not things that I treasure.

My narrator has sent me 9 chapters that I need to listen to and as I get them I download them onto the writing computer.  I was surprised to see that Chapter 4 is 24 minutes long.  Wow!  I guess I'm wordier than I thought.

I'm getting rid of the dog sofa in the writing as well as the area rugs since they do carry the fragrance Eau de Chien and I don't want to start the new pup that I'll be getting with any easily learned bad habits.  The first area rug from the living room is already gone.  I was going to call Waste Management and then have friends drag the sofa out onto the front lawn, it's heavy since each end is a recliner.  Yesterday, however, I realized that I can break it out in easier to manage pieces, so that's probably what I'm going to do.  In fact, the first piece is already in the garbage.  When finished, the writing room will have an entirely different look.  My great grandmother's library table and possible a wing chair will be taking the sofa's place.

So, yesterday Judge Merchan to the Spawn of Satan, Donald Trump, that he was seriously considering sending him to jail for his breaking the gag rule.  I'm thinking that in Trump's addled brain he thinks he's far too privileged for this to ever happen, that should he have to spend some time behind bars his cultists would revolt and cause wide spread havoc.  I don't think they would.  Cultists are all bluster, no spine.  They'll shriek and moan, and slap themselves around their heads until their silly, and do nothing except make empty threats.  And think of the bright spots!  For a short period of time, Trump would most likely lose his phone privileges, and he wouldn't be able to have his little press conferences, or hold private fund raisers where he could call Democrats the Gestapo.  Oh, and the world would probably get a chance to see him in an orange jumpsuit.  And the Republican party would die.