A Better Selfie

 We had another night of good sleeping weather.  The outside temp when I crawled out of bed this morning was 61 (F).  Today's high, if the forecasters are correct, should be in the mid 80s (F) with the chance of rain being minimal. We have the same forecast for Sunday, though our chance of rain increases by a very small percentage.  Cooler temps and rain are in the forecast for this coming week. 

I got in a very nice workout yesterday afternoon; I was pleased with that.  The big aquarium got a decent cleaning.  And I spent some time chatting an Hewlett Packard tech regarding my color jet printer.  That's right, I had (have) 2 printers, one for documents, etc. and the other for pics.  Of course, they both broke at the same time.  The ink jet error concerned the printer heads.  The tech and I managed to get it to print a few copies I scanned, but the error persisted, so he's sending me 2 new printer heads.  That's nice, but I honestly think it's the printer itself which is the problem.

As for the trials and tribulations I've been having with the color laser printer I bought from Xerox, things have finally begun to look up.  Someone named Aira has taken over my case and has kicked the resolution into high gear.  The broken printer needs to be out on the porch for UPS to pick up on Monday.  Also happening on Monday:  the replacement printer will be arriving by 7 PM.  I'm scheduled to work on Monday, so I'll be taking off.  Believe me, I have no problem with that.

Howie and I went for a walk yesterday, and when we got back I tried the selfie thing again.  He's getting better.

Of course, Orangie was on TV yesterday... again.  This is an everyday necessity for him.  His ego needs feeding.  And he's almost always sitting down at his desk, though I do believe he did stand up in order to show the camera a glossy 8 x 10 photograph of himself and his blow bro Vlad.  He told America that he was going to autograph the pic and send it back to Vlad.  Dear Lord, this is so pathetic.

There are also more questions about his health.  Yesterday, for the first time I can remember, he didn't look he'd he'd smeared orange shit on his face, in fact he looked rather pale and frail.  People also noticed that he was using makeup to cover some serious bruising on his hands.  So, is he deathly ill?  One person noted that the answer will be in how frequently he golfs.  He is still frequently being driven around in golf carts, but he no long walks.  When he does walk, it's from the cart to the ball his caddied has conveniently dropped 10 or so feet away.  Personally?  I think it just a short matter of time, and then chaos will ensue as the Republican party falls apart.