The Tiny Bit of Joy

 Well, a dreary Saturday is upon us.  Temps are only suppose to rise into the mid 70s (F).  Rain and thunderstorms are also expected this morning.  Yesterday's sun began hiding behind clouds in the early afternoon, and drizzles began in the early evening.  They've been continuing ever since.  Tomorrow should be a mite nicer, but I work, so there will be little time for yardwork.

While I feel as though little was accomplished yesterday, as I think back, I have to admit that is wrong.  A large section of the weeds, sticks, and branches by my neighbor's garage was cleared out. I'm going to plant something there that can spend time in the shade. I planted 6 flowering plants in front of the porch since that area is also in shade, if they grow, I'll consider planting more next to the garage.  

The big aquarium was also cleaned. 

Some work was done on The Body in History.  I'm looking at the middle of May for publishing it.  Sometime next week I should be getting the cover art.  I'm nervous/curious about that.  Usually I get to see rough sketches, this time that hasn't happened, though Cori has been asking me lots of questions.  

The Pope's funeral is today.  I saw pictures of the crowd, it's massive.  The Orange Anus was relegated to the 3rd row.  Don't worry, I'm sure he'll brag about how his crowds were larger.

I did see a few pictures of he and Zelensky sitting in chairs supposedly having one on one negotiations.  I guess some people might be impressed, the dolts and dummies that make up his base.  I don't doubt the rest of the world sees this as nothing more than a photo op, hence no picture in today's blog.  Zelensky knows exactly what kind of idiot he's dealing with, as does the rest of the world.

 Remember during Covid how the Orange Anus spent an hour or so every afternoon splashing his face across TV screens as he gave completely unnecessary updates?  Well, he's still playing those daily gigs, though now he's not talking about Covid.  Now he takes softball questions from allies in the press corps which let his diarrhea run for endless stretches of time.  Everything out of his mouth is a lie that only cultists can believe.  He loves every minutes that the cameras are on him.  His lies become more and more outrageous, recycling old bits and pieces of deceit.  You do know, his sycophants keep telling him his approval ratings are the best.  I don't know about you, but every time the truth catches up with him, as with his complaint about Fox Entertainment talking about his terrible approval rating, a tiny bit of joy surges into my heart and and I cannot stop myself from smiling.