Men on Bikes

Yesterday the temperature reached 76 (F).  Of course, I was working.  The skies were clear and blue and I was sitting at the Flooring Desk.  Don't that suck?  When I got home I opened the back door and left the dogs out.  When the temperature is that warm I usually leave the back door open.  The dogs love it.  So do flies.  A little after 6 (PM) a very large fly flew in.  Dogs do not know the difference between a big fly and a little bird.  Excitement was in the air.  You have no idea what funny is until you've seen Big Seig snapping at a fly zooming past his face.
Yesterday, the Idiot Jerk in the White House vetoed the bill aimed at shutting down his Emergency Declaration.  His Idiotic white base loved it.  They see him standing for white supremacy values.  If you tell them their white values are racist they'll stomp their feet and shriek "no they're not!"  They are a desperate group of people who hate the truth science reveals.  If Evolution is happening, then their core beliefs are broken.  Unfortunately for them, this late in the game, it is far too late for those core beliefs to... evolve.  They do not understand the life preserver they are clinging to is waterlogged and will only drag them down.  Nothing is going to change that fact.
In "The Body in the Tower" I talk about the peloton.  For those who do not know, the peloton is the main body of cyclists in a race.  Breakaways happen when a few cyclists ride ahead of that main group.  Since they are pedaling at speeds of around 25 to 30 miles per hour, helicopters are used to film the peloton.  Here's a shot of the peloton taken this past Monday during the Paris : Nice race.

The peloton in the Tour de France is much larger, usually starting out with 125 -145 riders.  That's a lot of men on bikes.  By the time the Tour gets to Paris and those men are riding down the Av. des Champs-Élysées that number has been whittled down to around 110.  That's still a lot of men on bikes.  Just think of that.  It's almost enough to give one the vapors.

Spicy!

Okay, so it's Monday, my 2nd and last day off for a whole week.  Sometime this morning I'm going to have to rekey my calendar and fix my faux pas of dates... my 3 day weekend is next week.  Now, ain't that disappointing.
I did 45 minutes of cardio yesterday.  If anybody wants to see the results, here's the link.  This is the new Suunto app.
I am making my chickpea fritters today.  I know everybody is waiting for the pictures... I will oblige, of course.  I made the sauce yesterday - cucumber, dill, and plain yogurt... tasty stuff!  My friend Betsy said it was also good on scrambled eggs, and then went on to say "actually, it's great on just about everything."  We'll have to wait and see how it sits on a Chickpea Fritter.
I also ordered dog steps for the bed... for the dogs, or, I guess I should say Seig since he's the big one.   He sometimes finds vaulting 118 pounds up the the 33 inch bed difficult.
And, of course, yesterday morning the Idiot Jerk in the White House sent out his minions to drum up support for his racist wall.  His supreme immigration racist, Stevie Miller didn't do so well with Chris Wallace on Fox.  His responses were dodgy.  When asked to cite an example where a president had over-ruled Congress to declare a National Emergency he failed... totally.  You have to remember, he is as racist as his two-bit, wannabe dictator boss.  This whole episode is not sitting well with the country.  While his minions love him, the Idiot Jerk's approval rating continues its decline.  One funny article I saw claimed he was hoping his meeting with Kim Jung Dumb was going to bolster his approval rating.  Shit!  That's bad. 
And what about the McCabe interviews?  I found the the little tidbit about Putin telling the Idiot Jerk not worry about North Korea since they could "never hit the coastline with a ballistic missile," really spicy.  I'll bet that's going to sit well with Little Kim.  Oops!  Ah, well, not to worry, Kim learned a long time ago the could lie through his teeth to the Idiot Jerk and get away with it, as long he peppered the fool with praise.  We all know that's what Vlad does in between the beef stroganoff and the cheap sex.