Squirrel

Well, we've had a warmer start today than we did over the past few days.  Our temp was in 36 (F) when I got up this morning.  Sadly, only a few degrees are going to be added to that before cold moves into the area.  Tomorrow's low is supposed to tie our all time low for December 8.  My house temp is still set at 69 (F), so I will have to see if the chill effects my aging bones.  Every degree higher on the thermostat will raise my natural gas bill a smidgen and I can think of far funner things to spend my money on, especially when sweatpants and sweatshirts are in season.

I did get my morning workout in yesterday, and then I went to work.  Boring.  Really.  I talked to 2 customers.  For the first 2.5 hours one of my fellow associates and one of our aisle associates talked football.  Very boring.  So, I ended up doing laps of the building in order to get my steps completed.  Saturdays are usually our busiest day of the week, yesterday was not busy.  I suspect this is the case in many places.  When I left work, I was surprised at how little traffic there was on the roads. We are 18 days from Christmas, and all I could do was wonder where are all of the shoppers.

My computer/workout room is going to be going through a change.  I did buy another piece of exercise equipment that is supposed to arrive next Friday.  Assembly is supposed to take several hours.  I'll post pics after that happens, until that happens, here's a pic of a squirrel in my gingko.

Besides the laughable FIFA peace award created to make Orangie happy dappy, evidently he hosted the Kennedy Center Honors.  Wait, is the building still called the Kennedy Center?  Didn't he change the name to the Trump Disposium.  You do know what a disposium is, don't you?  That's a fancy name for a gathering of trash made up entirely of actors and musicians whose careers are way past their expiration date.  Being old and dementiated, Orangie still believes these individuals are still in the prime of their careers.  Nothing else matters to him.  The Kennedy Ceneter Honors used to go to individuals who achieved greatness during their careers, whose lives stood for something.  Orangie only wants "has beens," probably because they're the only ones who want him.

So far the day is... Squirrely

So, here it is Friday and it's actually the beginning of my weekend; of my consecutive 2 consecutive days off in a row.  And it's been raining most of the morning.
Went to Planet Fitness this AM and noticed one of the regulars sporting a 'handlebar mustache,' which I thought odd - at 0630, you know?  While I've had one for years, I've never had the slightest inclination to wax it, especially before I went to the gym.
I saw where the Washington Post published some sort of "fake news" story about the Russkies hacking into the power grid.  They need to check their sources!  You'd think they'd understand that this sort of bogus reporting delegitimizes factual investigations, as well as giving the Idiot in the White House ammunition to fire back in their faces.  Don't be stupid just for the headline.
And G20 is in progress as I type.  The Idiot gets to finally meet his idol, the man he considers to be a strong leader.  Dumb shit.  Even a half-wit would know Putin's going to play him for a fool, nodding to him, agreeing with him, laughing at his stupid inanities, all the while manipulating him into doing exactly what Putin wants him to do.  And the Idiot is going to have such a good time.
I may have to take a nap later on, not because I over exerted myself at the gym, rather the dogs woke me up in the middle of the night, 1:30 AM, to be precise.  Why?  Their purple squirrel was under the bed.

That's right.  When I turned on the light I saw that they were both laying on the floor looking under the bed.  So I got up, got down on my hands and knees to see what they wanted... and there he was, their purple squirrel.  And since it was after midnight, I'd have to say that my day, so far, has been a bit squirrely. 

Gone home to Jesus

Yesterday was one of the ho-hum days at work.  I had to open the store, which I hate.  We are starting a new scheduling system and hopefully that will happen only on very rare occasions.
I did see that one of Trump's brats is getting a lot of crap because of his plagiarizing and photo from Twitter, one that was taken by a refugee and posted some years back.  One of the many problems with the Trumps is that they are used to doing what ever they want with absolutely no accountability.  They do what they want, they say what they want, and no one has ever said "hey, stop being an asshole."  They don't realize they're assholes, they just think they're special.
And from what I've been gleaning from the Internet, Hillary seems to have turned the corner and is once again slowly moving a head of Trump.  I suspect his putting a stake in the heart of his Birther lies has something to do with that.  He pushed that for years because he wanted to, I mean, why would he, Donald Trump be concerned that it was a lie.  He says what he wants because he thinks he's special.
And finally, yesterday morning I got called back to one of the pre-fabricated shower stalls.  Something had  been found.  Crap.  Anyway, when I got there found several people gathered, staring downward.  This is what they were looking at.

That's right, we had a squirrel in the building.  He had, unfortunately, already gone home to Jesus, so all we could do was pop him into a box and put him in the dumpster.  Someone suggested that might be a hazmat issue, but when you stop and think about all the garbage coming out of our lunchroom I somehow doubt that.  We think he tried to jump to one of the steel girders making up our roof and couldn't grab hold and... well, fell to his death.  Sometimes this is how life ends, dramatically, with a fall.