Wickedly

When I got up this morning the temp was 49 (F).  Time to break out the sweat pants & shirts!  While I do truly love wearing just shorts and T-shirts, I do have to admit to also loving my sweats.  There's nothing like bundling up in them when the air is crisp against the skin.
I completed the return cycle of my fault Go-Pro yesterday after work by dropping it off at my nearest UPS Store.  The credit has been issued.  That will help wash out the charge for the Go-Pro 7 Silver which, as I type, is on it's way from Louisville, Kentucky.  I find the idea amusing that a small camera used for the making of mini-action videos should be shipped from the same state as slow moving Moscow Mitch.  As time goes on we will learn more and more the only thing he and his wife were speedy at was in the padding of their bank accounts.  How Republican of him.
In the UK, their Supreme Court is going to decided if Boris lied to the Queen... Well, of course he did.  Do you think he cares?  Of course not.  This whole Brexit thing is about power and the ability to wield it.  As in the US, the Brits have a block of voters who don't want to be part of anything.  Nope.  They need to be in charge.  Over there they call them Brexiteers.  Here in the US we call them Republicans.  They're a loudly vocal group who constantly aspire to be powerful.  Their favorite pronoun is "my."  Their favorite command is "shut up!  we're in charge!"  I may be mistaken, but I do believe it was the Idiot Reagan who labeled them the "silent majority."  Well, true to form, he had it wrong.  They are the "loud minority," and that grates wickedly their last nerve... the minority bit.
And I have to apologize, there are no magic pictures today, but I will give you a bit of an update on The Body in the Well.  Almost 46,000 words have been written, and this is just the first draft.  There are some really funny parts, and some very suspenseful parts, and some are very dramatic.  And, of course, there are the snaky parts.  Three of them to be precise.  You know, 3 is a special number in universal as well as religious thought: wholeness, completeness, and perfection?  While I have no idea what will be going through your average reader's mind when they hit the final snaky part, I would not be surprised if the first two words out of their mouth are "Holy Shit!"  That is the reaction I got from Cori, my cover artist, when I told here what was going to happen.  Of course, I laughed wickedly.

Erased

Tuesday, I get to go back to work.  The Go-Pro arrives today as well.  I checked the tracking, something I always do when I purchase things online.  I have to admit I'm a little excited.  What a shame I didn't have this a few years ago, back when the arthritis had paralyzed my right leg.  Then you could have seen cute little videos of me falling down the stairs, or off the back porch.  How cherish it would be to have one of me tottering through my Giant supermarket with my brother yelling in the background "hold on to the cart!  don't let go of the cart!"
I see where Baby Netanyahu's political career is dangling by a thread.  It is Baby, isn't it?  I mean, he is like the Israeli version of the Idiot Jerk in the White House so that would make sense.  I was trying to think back, wondering if there was ever a time when he wasn't corrupt.
Cokie Roberts passed away.  She was always such a bright spot on the Sunday morning news shows, intelligent with a dry sense of humor.  Give her the due she deserves.
And what about Elizabeth Warren?  Holy Crap!  Can we talk about rally's here?  Over 20,000 thousand strong.  In case you didn't know, that's almost as many people who showed up for the Idiot Jerk's inauguration!

Pictures like the one above must give him the burning runs... severely.  I'm surprised he didn't run around shrieking "fake news! fake news!  photoshopped pictures!"  Can you even begin to imagine what will happen if she wins the election?  They always have a meeting, you know?  The outgoing president sits down with the incoming president.  I wouldn't be surprised if he skips it.  The idea of being beaten down by a woman would be too great a blow to his ego.  Because you know she'd look him in the eye and say "everything you've done is going to be erased.  America is going to expunge you from the record books.  We are going to treat you and your party worse than you treated Obama."  And then, of course, she'd smile and say, "don't worry though, we're getting you a supersized orange coverall."