Desperate Measures

Another night of decent sleeping weather.  At 0730, our outside temp is 59 (F).  If the weather forecasters are correct, our high this afternoon should be around 80 (F).  That's warm, but not hot.  Believe me, things would feel a lot hotter if this were the middle of July.  Of course, that might only be how I perceive things.  I think this has to do with the angle with which the sun's race hit the earth, but my science is not good enough to define this as fact.

Yesterday was somewhat busy.  I mowed the grass and wacked the weeds.  Howie found a branch that's too heavy for him to bring into the house.  This is fine.  He's learning his limitations.  I was supposed to ride my bike, but used the mowing and the wacking as my cardio.   My trainer had no problem with this.  I'm of the belief that pushing around my mower and waving around my wacker provides better exercise than riding around in a cart playing 9 holes of golf.  There might be some health benefits in walking those 9 holes, but the cart?  Absolutely not.

This week is odd because I have 5 days off in a row.  While there are plenty of things to do with the house, I'm finding that I'm mostly uncomfortably whiling away the hours.  I am not used to sitting around.

I'm still waiting to see if the blog gets approved by Ad-Sense.  I've read that the process can take between 2 and 4 weeks.  If I get approved I might be able to buy an even better bottle of wine, if not?  Well, that's how life is.

When I saw the news of Dolly's death I had to cry for a bit.  

And then there's this turd: John Ratcliffe flew to Russia yesterday.  

He flew there on the quiet, dignitaries don't usually fly on military transports.  No one knew he was a passenger on a plane that flew from Washington, DC, to Latvia, and then Moscow.  People didn't putting things together until there were photos of an automobile with dignitary license plates speeding to the Kremlin.  So, why the big mystery?  Is Orangie getting new marching orders?  The internet is rife with suspicions that I will not repeat here.  My take is that things are not going according to plan.  Every attempt Orangie has made to help his blo bro Vlad have failed.  Orangie, himself, initiated another unjust war that is failing.  And here in the states, the anger against this administration is growing almost exponentially.  The people who thought they would be winning are losing mostly because their plans were based on assumptions.  The target audience for these people is not even close to being as large as they thought it was.  I suspect there is the likelihood of desperate measures that will fail. 

The Ice Cream Cake

Another overnight low in the upper 50s (F).  Nice.  We were supposed to have a 0% chance of rain today, that has changed.  We're now up to a 25% chance of rain, with a 0% likelihood of having rain tomorrow.  the way things change.  I don't doubt that one of the pre-requisites of weather forecasters is that their predictions need to be more flexible than a double-jointed contortionist's acrobatics.  If these overnight lows continue, I'm going to have to get the red blankey out of storage.

Yesterday started off fine, but then became almost chaotic.  My morning workouts have changed.  I'm still doing strength training, though I rarely get my heart rate up to 120 BPM, but we added mobility exercises.  They work well.  That part of the day went super fine.

Then things sort of jumped the rails.  I've been thinking for some time about signing up for Ad-Sense and decided that yesterday was the day things were going to happen.  This is not an easy process.  You can't simply click a button or check a box.  Code needs to be copied and pasted.  I am not a coder.  I survived one programming course around 30 years ago, which was of no use.  We shall see, won't we.

After that experience, I went to work.  Wrong.  For the first time in almost 2 years, I wasn't scheduled to work on Monday, but, like most humans, I run on routines.  So, I punched in, checked out my numbers, insured vacation time was being applied, and punched out.  On the way home, I picked up an ice cream cake.  After Howie and I each had a slice, he looked at me and said, "you know, I think it's time for a nap."  That dog is so smart.

As expected, Hakeem Jeffries put out a statement saying that he and Kushner's meeting had to do with affordability.  Here's a message to Hakeem.  "No one believes you."  I watched the video.  Hakeem is not a very sophisticated liar.  Kushner is now, and has always been as corrupt as his father-in-law, so is his wife, Ivanka Banka.   Like everyone of Orangie's spawn, she didn't fall too far from the tree.

And the Iranian government has put a price on Barron's head.  The first thought that went through my head when I saw that was, "is this some so tightly veiled threat from the Kremlin?"  One of the best ways there is to insure their tool Orangie performs, is to threaten the life of one of his spawn.  Even the one who has some sort of weird crush on the Tate brothers has value to the Orange Anus.  That may seem harsh, but let's be honest, the only thing this loser president loves more than himself is money in the bank, and Barron's been making some truly great trades here lately.