The Five Alarm Fire

 I slept in a bit this morning, jumping out of bed at 0646, that's very late for me.  At that point the outside temps were 53 (F).  They have climbed to 60 (F).  I'm already wearing my day shorts; why not enjoy the heat while it's here?  Overnight the temps are going to be dropping back to what's considered seasonable, but only briefly.  Friday and Saturday we will again have daily highs in the 80s (F).  While there's a cooler forecast in the future, as with all weather predictions, we will have to wait and see.

And I did work yesterday.  The store was slow.  Last week I hit three of my goals, I failed on credit.  I don't have a problem with that.  The first thing my supervisor said to me when she saw me was to tell me there is a Store Walk on Friday.  Not a word about my last weeks performance.  But regional people are going to be in the store on Friday and they want things to look spiffy diffy.  My response was to shrug.  I don't work on Friday.  Besides, I've been with the giant orange retailer long enough, and in high enough positions, to realize that these walks are never intended to be anything more than show.  If the store is doing well they signal a sign of approval, if the store is doing poorly they're an indicator that you need to do better.  These people don't walk down the aisles saying "problem, problem, problem."  That's well below their paygrade.  They are symbolic at best.

Otherwise, yesterday was pretty much meh.  They still had loads of ice cream at work, so I ate 2 bowls:  blueberry pie, and peanut butter cup.  I guess the only other important thing to happen was that the stitches around my extraction site (I like the way that sounds, extraction site), have disappeared.  The healing process is going along well.  At this point, I'm eating just about anything I want.

Of course this happened yesterday as well.

Someone needs to tell Blondie Locks that it's not just this illegal war, it's Everything.  It's Everywhere.  And it's all at once.

In a new University of Massachusetts poll, the approval rating for the Orange Anus has dropped to 33%.  In response, Orangie posted some dipshit comment on his failing Truth Social platform that damned our allies for turning against him.  Oh, and he also posted about the Trump Library which is to be in Florida, the land of hurricanes.  As phallic towers go, this one is super tall, and there will be graced with two giant, phallic statues of him.  There was nothing about an alter for sacrificing prepubescent girls, though I'm sure one is detailed in the plans somewhere.

One of the big headlines this morning is that the average price of gas is now at least $4.00 per gallon.  The last time it was this high was in 2022, which was when Biden was trying to fix the broken economy left over from Orangie's first term.  For those who ride bikes, pump up your tires because it's going to go higher.  And as gas goes higher, so does everything else.  This is why Meg with her phony hair extensions is shrieking five alarm fire.  

Those surrounding Orangie know what's going on, that's why reports of numerous shell companies being set up with offices in the Cayman Islands are beginning to surface.  They know this five alarm fire is going to take out their cash cow, so they're going to steal as much as possible, as fast as possible.