The Sum Total of His Failures

What difference a day makes.  We are chillin! with an outside temp of 28 (F).  Yesterday, as the cold front rolled over Pennsylvania, social media was filled with pics of wind, and rain, and snow showers as the temps did their version of a later winter plunge.  As far as I could tell, my neck of the woods didn't get any snow.  To be perfectly honest, I spent very little time glued to my windows looking out for randomizing snow flakes.  Our afternoon high temp will rise into the low 50s (F), which is warmer than was originally predicted.  

Yesterday was rather productive.  Instead of doing my workout in the morning, I spent those hours doing my run-around chores.  The old phone has been shipped back so I can get that nice $500 credit.  A clear case was picked up for the new phone; why buy a nice blue phone if no one can see the blue? Shopping was done.  Bones were bought for Howie.  And a load of laundry set out to dry.  Then, I did my workout, which went quite well.  I know because my inner thighs are little sore thanks to the lateral lunges.

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I have a bike ride scheduled for this afternoon.

Where does inspiration come from?  I have no idea.  Notes are being jotted down for the next book.  The title is already set, that happened a few months ago.: The Body in the Words.  I can't tell you what it's about because it's secret.  I was looking around for a setting.  Eli and Max have been to France, and Greece, and Scotland, so going abroad isn't a problem.  They've also spent some time in wintery Michigan, and in the ghost towns of Colorado, as well as well as Olde Town, which, for those of you who don't know is Central PA.  Then, this morning a friend was talking about a trip she'd just made and this was one of the pics she shared.  I now have a setting.  Ireland.  Max Sullivan will feel right at home.  What a great place to find a dead body, don't you think? 

And the war with Iran continues.  One of the media giants was talking about how the conflict was dragging on.  You may have heard me laugh at that one.  Russia's illegitimate invasion of Ukraine is dragging on.  I think that conflict is now heading into it's 5th year.  You'd think Putin would have realized the error of his ways by now.

Though, with Orangie's decision to invade Iran beginning to press heavily on the minds of Americans the past week and a half many may think it's dragging on.  I'm betting this must be torture for his demented soul, after all he's a loser who needs to take credit for wins, not losses.  And that's something he simply cannot do.  He can lean on a podium and or sit at his desk and decry that the war is over and that people need to move on, but it ain't happening.  He is reaching the sum total of his life's failures.  He has 8 bankruptcies, but will only admit to 6.  He has more failed startups than anyone in history. He has molested young girls.  Up until he decided to run for president, he was getting away with it all.  But once his ego gave into his greed for power, the shit started slipping through the cracks.  Now that shit has started to gush.  Nothing is going to stop this dam from breaking, and it will wash away the Republican party.