The Same as it ever was

 We're in for another steamy day here in Central PA, though by steamy I actually mean warm. Upper 80s (F) is what they're forecasting.  Tomorrow, too, though tomorrow's high might be a record breaker.  They had predicted showers yesterday, but that never happened.  We had a lot of wind around 7ish last evening, but that's about it.

I cut a few branches out of my one river birch tree yesterday and was going to weed wack the outside of my fence, except the wacker battery wasn't charged.  Now it's charged, yesterday it was sitting on a shelf on my back porch.  Because I'm working today and tomorrow afternoon, the wacking will have to wait until Friday.  Rain is predicted to arrive in the area, but not until this weekend.

Are the extra hours at work effecting me?  Ehhh, not really.  I was, as my grandma would say, "nappy," yesterday, but I still managed to get in a 10 mile bike ride.  Oh, and I put the small window A/C unit in the exercise room.  That will keep the room from smelling like a locker room later on this summer.

I'm going to be making a Greek cheese pie with phyllo later on this morning, except I'm thinking of adding a layer of slice tomatoes.  I guess that would mean it isn't completely Greek.

The Body in Motion is now available for purchase!

An amusing thing about myself and how I prioritize my time, is that when I'm not working, I spend less time on my phone, and the lest time I spend with my phone, the frequency I'm looking at social media drops.  So, what happened yesterday?  Well, there was a special election in New York (?) in which one Democrat replaced another.  The Democrats said they would keep Mike Johnson from being fired by the far right, no doubt because he's realized Democracy depends upon compromise.  Trump was in court again.  There are a lot of bad pictures of him heading into the courthouse.  As usual, he spouts his standard whine whenever he gets a chance.  

Oh, here's biggy.  Hunter Biden's going to sue Fox.  Will that tabloid media group ever learn?  Absolutely not.  It's the same as it ever was.

The Unsaucy Truth about Meatball Ron

 Well, Tuesday has come and gone.  We're a number of hours into Wednesday now, and so far the day has been quiet.  Temps are predicted to be nice today.  Lots of sunshine is predicted.  I love sunshine.  At some time this morning I will need to drive over to my store to buy some weed wacker string.  Had I known, I'd have picked some up on Monday and saved myself the trip.  While there I'll pick up a can of primer.  Yes, there is more painting needing to be done.

Production began yesterday on the audiobook.  It will be completed in segments, each sent for my approval.  We had discussion about the voices yesterday.  I haven't heard his vocalization of Bobby Tussel yet, so that should be interesting.  How do you sound like a man who has no filters because he has a bullet in his brain?  I hope it's good.  Readers like Bobby.

And, of course, because yesterday was so nice, more yardwork was accomplished.  Of course, more would have been done if I hadn't run out of string for my weed wacker.

I made a BLT for dinner last evening.  No toast.  While I do like toast in general, I like my sandwiches to be made with bread, or rolls, or buns... anything but toast.

And is Ronnie DeSantis' campaign already toast?  That's possible.  His poll numbers among Republicans are tanking.  This is to be expected.  Meatball Ron is not as saucy as his ego tells him he is.  He's officially announcing late this afternoon on Twitter, with that Twat Elon Musk. 

And, speaking of Twitter, Musk's trying to do to the platform what Chris Licht is failing to do with CNN, cater to the Far Right.  While he may get advertisers the same way Fox used to get advertisers, Musk is going to learn that audience levels are going to drop.  I understand that Benny Shapiro is also moving his podcasts to Twitter.  I'm betting most of his audience were already following him on Twitter, so there's not going to be a lot of growth there, not that Musk cares, he just wants a platform from which to spew his own personal agenda.