The BoJo Dance

For those counting, today is my hump day.  Yippee.
I did get a measure yesterday.  That's what we're supposed to do. Get measures for flooring installations.  For a moment I was a bright spot.  The dark spot was that the large, home improvement retailer lowered not only 4th quarter expectations, but also their forecast for next year.  Why the drop in sales?  They're claiming it is most likely due to theft caused by the opioid crisis.  That's right, addicts are coming in and stealing hundreds of millions of dollars worth of products...  Now, that's what I call slinging horseshit.  Addicts aren't that smart.  Nope.  Theft is a business.  It's called Organized Crime.  And it ain't going away any time soon.
On the lighter side, I bought some new clips for my cycling shoes... to be more exact, the left shoe.

This pair included little, rubber covers so they don't click - clack like tap shoes when I'm walking around on my hardwood floors.  They also keep me from scratching the floor as well.  Believe me, I've never had any desire to be a tap dancer.
Unlike Boris from the UK, who has no problem shuffling from one routine to another.  He's a younger version of our Idiot Jerk.  And dance?  That man should be on Dancing with the Duds, or what ever the British dance show is called where phonies line up to trot out their lines.  Lie Dancing?  They're experts.  And no, that's not a typo.  I didn't mean to say Line Dancing.  You know he is a agreeing to some crazy deals with our Idiot Jerk that will end up with the citizens of the UK paying through the nose.  But that's okay.  He will pirouette in to a pas de deux with our Idiot Jerk, all the while smiling back over his shoulder to avoid seeing the higher costs his Conservative government will establish.  And those addled fools who vote for him will see their NHS being whittled down to the bone.
Anyway, my route last night was in Canyonville.  A little over 16 miles long.  Not very memorable, so I'm deleting it from my downloaded routes.  No ride tonight.  It's every other night from now on.  That works better for me.  Longer, with a 24 hour recovery period in between.

A Shoe In

Okay, so there are these 2 associates I work with ( well, not directly, but in the same building) who are rabid supporters of the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  Both claim to be Christians....  One is a member of the Branch sect (you know, the same crazy group as David Koresh), and the other is... well, he's a nice guy, but he's definitely gone around the bend with a different sect of Evangelicalism (he claims Catholics are Phony Christians).  Yesterday they were in the back aisle complaining about the... Democrats.  And I had to smile.  Their anger puts an ugly brand upon their beliefs, one that they use their own hatred to justify.  They have specialized their own perversion of Believing to the point where normal can only exist if it's an extreme.  This is why they'll fail.  They're already bitter, the failure of the Idiot Jerk will only entrench them farther outside the circle of acceptable behavior.  This is how evolution happens.  We are actually watching survival of the fittest, and the strongest, and that which is most adaptable.  These people are not making a lot of babies.  Ooops.
Anyway, today is Thursday.  This is my 4th day at work.  I looked at the new schedule and my vacation requests have been approved, and... in two weeks I have 4 days off in a row.  I'm hoping the temperature warms up enough outside to actually go for a ride on the new bike.  And, for the first time since I started riding bike again, 14 years ago, I'm thinking of buying myself some cycling shoes.  I was thinking of buying Pearl Izumi, mostly because I like the name, but the Louis Garneau Copals have really solid and positive feedback.  Besides, the Francophile in me sees the name Louis Garneau and wilts.  Mon Dieu! Je n'a pas du choisir.

They also come in red... one of my favorite colors, but damn it, they're shiny.  Now, I don't know about you, but I get a really bad feeling when it comes to wearing shiny shoes.  To me shiny = patent leather.  I can see the Idiot Jerk in the White House wearing patent leather shoes, using them like mirrors so he can see up skirts.  That does sound about his level, doesn't it?