The Body in 4/4 Time

 So our real feel temp yesterday was 113 (F).  Today will be a repeat.  How hot was it?  A cheap hose I bought from the orange retailer I work for ruptured because the water inside got too hot.  I'm guessing I lost about 100 gallons, almost 400 liters, before I went to leave Howie out and discovered I had a small pond in my backyard.

Needing milk, I  ventured outside around 1 in the afternoon and, if the thermometer in my car is correct, the drive to my local Giant supermarket was done 98 (F) heat.  If the forecasters are correct, today is going to be even warmer.  I am scheduled to work this afternoon, so, once again I'll be driving around in the danger zone.  I'm not expecting the store to be busy, so basically, I'll be getting paid to sit my butt down at the flooring desk, and, get my steps in.

My left knee's been a bit rusty over the past few days, so my trainer and I've decided to cut back on the squats and the leg extensions.  I don't think there's anything actually wrong with it, just a little old age and a little arthritic inflammation.  Just one of the normal aches and pains we feel as we get older.  So, for the next week or so I'm going to be focusing on strength training for my upper body.  

And since The Body in 4/4 Time is now available for purchase, it's time to reveal the book cover.  My cover artist, Cori, has once again done a brilliant job.  Originally, I thought that perhaps the musical notes should be swirling up and off the sheet of music.  She smiled, nodded several times, and then said "no."  As always, she was right.

Of course, Orangie's politicized state fair is still failing to draw crowds.  As a reminder, everything he touches dies.  This includes the Republican party, The Heritage Foundation, and all of those businesses he and his spawn have ventured into.  They think they're immune.  They are not.  He and his cultists have punch drunk on his ephemeral grasp on power they fail to understand they are living in a land of delusion.  They are too busy dancing around with their hands in the air singing, "look at how rich we are, look at how rich we are," to even begin to understand that, just like our outside temps, the anger against them is constantly rising.  These people have never had a good grasp on reality.  Self-awareness has never, ever been one of their strong points.