Hosed

Well, here is is Thursday and this is going to be a Recovery Day.  Everybody keeps telling me to take it easy and since I did cardio on Tuesday and Cycling on Wednesday, I've decided that today I'm going to take it easy.  Work yesterday went fine, though I realized around 5 hours into my shift I should have brought some Advil, so, guess what's getting packed with my lunch today?
So, I see that Theresa May tried to Bitch Slap the Idiot Jerk in the White House yesterday and he told her to... shut...up.  She should have realized that as long as he's hangin' with his homey Vlad she's about as inviting as a plate  of old, cold pasta.  Did she really think he cared? 
Oh, and Mattie Lauer says he's... sorry, but then that's what most useless tools say.
And what about Garrison Keillor was fired as well... for inappropriate behavior, which just goes to show that just because you're pretentious as hell doesn't mean you're grabbing, and gripping and horn-dog tipping... or at least trying to.
And Jeffey Sessions is going to be called in for a private session... and I think it's today, and I'm sure it's not the kind of private session Roy Moore would like... no little girls.  Evidently, while speaking at a church rally, he said that all of those women accusing him are liars.  Someone needs to scrap up this pond scum and lay it out in the sun to dry.

The Grammy Nominations were announced a couple of days ago... who cares.  For those who don't know there are 84 categories (and there are sub-categories as well).  The nominations are chosen by a 'committee' which is why album sales and downloads are key to getting a nomination which defines these awards as being more about popularity than quality.  I don't watch them.

Yesterday morning I told the dogs that I was thinking of maybe putting up a Christmas Tree this year.  I couldn't tell if they were excited or not.

The only thing I'd really worry about would be Biggie lifting his leg and hosing it down in a big time way... the Republican Tax plan is going to hose most Americans, not that they really care.  

Sing this

Well, here it is... Wednesday and I get to go back to work after 15 days off.  Nice little vacation, eh?  Pretty much so, if you don't count that little surgery I had, and that's turning out to have been more of a nuisance than anything else.
Yesterday was fairly active:  While I didn't ride the bike, I did do 30 minutes on the elliptical, 1.2 miles, to the music of Eli Lieb.

I did do 20 minutes on the bike this AM but stopped when I realized the Kinetic app had failed to connect and I was recording nothing.  Well, I did get a new  Suunto Spartan and that recorded it, which was nice.

Yesterday I also talked to the Big Boy at my Mom's Senior Living Facility about the increase, and when I say Big, I mean Big - I'll bet that guy weighs in at around 380 to 400 pounds, he doesn't have rolls, he has waves.  Anyway, he was all apologetic, saying her increase was incorrect, and that I should throw out the letter I received because they were going to send me a new one.  Personally, I think most of his weight is bullshit, and that if you don't complain they don't reduce your rate.  

Personally, I think John Conyers needs to resign.  If we want to point fingers, we need to point them at everybody, not just the Roy Moores and the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  Why look, little Matt Lauer got canned this AM - now who would have ever thought that he was the frisky type?  What people really seem to be forgetting is the power of hormones - they rule our lives, whether we want to admit to it or not, both men and women, neither is immune, and I'm not just talking about sex here, nor am I looking for an excuse for Roy Moore whose predatory behavior was designed by his extremely social conservative beliefs.  No, I'm talking about the daily ebb and flow of estrogen and testosterone.  Let's be honest, I'm sure there a number of both men and women who would like to initiate a private duet with Eli (above) whether he wants to sing with them or not.

And I thought this was an interesting poll.  I can see where they're headed.  Bernie sees it too, except he's way, way too old.  We need a Trudeau or a Macron in this country, one individual whom the majority can get behind and support, one person to lead the way.  Every one wants to lead the chorus and not one of them can carry a tune and until that happens chaos will reign.