Boots

Okay, so this morning is cool enough to edge on being cold with the outside temp at 41 (F).  We weren't in the 30s (F) as they'd been predicting, but they were close enough.  Autumn is now officially here.  Our long distance forecast has out daily highs hovering around in the mid 60s (F), with periods of rain this weekend. Now the leaves will really begin cascading from the trees.  I may mow those in the backyard, but the ones out front I'll rake into piles around the shrubs and let winter turn them into mulch.  I like putting the ground back into the ground.

And I did work yesterday.  It was slow.  I had a sale go through on Tuesday, so I've reached my sales goal for the week, and someone gave me two leads, so I've hit that goal.  Will I get a measure this weekend?  That's difficult to say, especially if the weather falls apart.  There used to be a time when people would plan on getting new carpet installed for the holidays in order to impress the relatives; those days are past.  

Since I don't work today, a bike ride is scheduled for this afternoon.  One thing that's good about this Trainwell program I've signed up for workouts and rides are planned.  Too often I'll find myself scheduling something and not following through, so far this small bit of accountability is eliminating that.

I watched the first few episodes of Boots last night on Netflix.  Based on the memoir of Greg Cope White, The Pink Marine, its the story of a gay young man who enlists in the Marines in the 1990s.  It's a comedy, it's a drama, it stars Max Parker as the company commander.  I like what I've seen so far.  Warning: there is male nudity in case you find that offensive.  And it's getting good reviews. If we get enough people watching it, we can move it into Netflix's Top Ten.

Yesterday at work I decided to confront one of the several MAGA cultists I work with, mostly because he's an idiot.  I was chatting with another associate about RFK Jr's claim that circumcision was one of the causes of autism.  Of course the cultist interrupted because that had to be wrong, RFK Jr would never say anything like that... and there was an escalation, not volume wise, I'm glad to say.  But I can only take so much idiocy, like being told that Orangie's approval ratings were in the 50s, or that inflation is dropping, and that millions of criminals were no longer coming across the boarders (yes, these were his talking points).  I ended the conversation by telling him that when Orangie dies, he's going to go to Hell and you'll be right behind him.  He didn't like that, so we mutually parted ways.  And I'll be honest, I felt so good inside.

And ending on a bright note.  Orangie did not get the Nobel Peace Prize and MAGA world is exploding. This means he will do something stupid and his approval rating will drop even lower.