That Ship Has Sailed

Well, it rained all night and I feel as though I should add "the day I left," but that would mean I'd have to break out the banjo and sing a chorus of Oh' Susanna.  Big problem, I don't have a banjo, which might be a good thing.  Outside, the drizzles continue.  The overcast skies are still hanging close to the ground, and that will help keep our temps cool.  We might get up into the mid 50s (F) today, but that's about as high as it's going to get.  When I left for work yesterday afternoon our outside temp was 48 (F).  Needless to say, the heat in my house was on.  

And work was slow.  When I got to the flooring desk, I had to complete a carpet install that had been started by our aisle associate.  The measure was made on line and the customer hadn't added a carpet.  The sale was simple enough, the only problem was that the customer had doused himself with some god awful cologne that was so sweet and over powering it felt as though it were torching the life out of my nasal passages.  What a good thing it was that the sale only took about 10 minutes, otherwise I'd have had to tell him to stand back at least 10 feet.

Otherwise, the day was boring.  I easily got in my steps.  When I got home, I played the new game I bought.  It's okay.  I have to get used to the differences.  I'm still in the tutorial stage, and I will admit to being tired: must have been all those steps I got in earlier.

Here's another picture of my roses.  This time of year, my yard is awash in color... as well as rain.

 

Evidently Orangie's Secret Service shot someone near the White House yesterday.  I think it is interesting that so much of the online chatter indicates massive number of people believe this to be another False Flag, meaning the administration is attempting to use the incident to drum up Orangie's approval ratings.  It ain't gonna work.  That ship has already sailed.  At this point, nothing is going to improve his terrible status with the American people.

And right now I'm seeing details on the peace deal Orangie's floating as a way to get out of the stupid war he began.  He is, and this is me being as concise as possible, giving them the kitchen sink... and the cupboards, as well as their choice in appliances.  Remember, his best seller, The Art of the Deal was written by someone else.  I understand that part of the "deal" is for us to pay a toll to the Iranians on every ship passing through the Strait of Hormuz.  The ship that sailed?  It's going to be expensive.