Air Quality Alert

 So, yesterday was nice.  We actually got some rain; enough so that I didn't feel the need to go out and water the flowers.  I'm going to spend some time outside today weeding, but probably not much since we are under an Air Quality Alert.  The Canadian wildfire smoke is upon us.  If the NYT is correct it should be what they term medium thickness.  I have no idea how they judge or grade the thickness.  Are they referring to it's density, or to the particulates that make up the cloud?

A number of audio files for The Body Under Ice were uploaded last evening.  The narrator sent me and email telling me to take notes and that corrections would be done after I've listened to the entire book.  So, thanks to the Air Quality Alert, my inside hours should be well occupied.  I can't wait to hear them cutting through the ice to retrieve the body.

Looking out the window, things do look a bit hazy.  When I take Lily for her morning walk, I will sniff around to see if I can smell.

:"We Don't Talk About Bruno" from the movie Encanto was a big hit for Disney.  One thing that has always bother me was my inability to hear all the lyrics at the end; there are so many different voices singing.  Last night I solved that problem.  I watched the lyric video.  Had Disney made the right choice and nominated this song it would have walked away with the Oscar for Best Song of the Year. 

And, of course, the Internet was abuzz yesterday because Mark Meadows has testified before two (2) Grand Juries in regard to the Trump investigations.  There were a lot of cute little videos of pancakes being turned over.  So far, I haven't seen and all caps commentary by the Orange Anus.  Don't worry, it will happen.

Ronnie D may be in some legal trouble for flying a 2nd flight of immigrants to California.  His campaign is hurting, hence the flights.  He wants voters to think he's doing the right thing.  His 2 hot button issues are evidently the illegal transport of legal aliens and wokeness, something he cannot describe.  And just think, the real Republican shit show hasn't even truly begun yet.

Smack

 Well, here it is Monday morning, the temps are a chilly 24 (F) and  even though today is supposed to be sunny, we're only supposed to top off at around 31 (F).  If you cup your hand tightly around you ear, you'll be able to hear conservatives shrieking how this proves there's no such thing as global warming...  If you're near one when he does this, point to California, where temps are approaching the slow broil.  Don't worry, that warm weather is coming east.

Lasagna?  What lasagna.  They ordered one large pan.  They also ordered large pans of Chicken Alfredo, and baked ziti.  Everyone ate the lasagna.  By the time my lunch break rolled around, the lasagna was gone and there a spoonful of the chicken alfredo remaining   and a the pan of baked ziti.  This means that on one of my days off this week I'm going to need to bake myself a pan of lasagna.

Oh, and for those of you who didn't know, the Oscar ceremony was last night.  I watched some of the show, about an hour.  I liked that they got rid of the proscenium stage.  Everything became much more personal including...  They brought the hosts back... that was a mistake.  Hosts were fine for a long time, then they became unnecessary.   Wanda Sykes is a very funny woman, however her walk through the new Academy museum was painful to watch, the humor, like the hosts, was dated.  I did like that they did a production number for "We Don't Talk About Bruno." How nice of them to recognize the most popular song which wasn't nominated for an award.  And I wondered, as Rachel Ziegler came onstage to present an award, if she realizes she is now  branded as difficult to work with?  Relevance was packed away when they had Tommy Hawk (?), Shawn White (?), and some other sports figure introduce a series of Bond clips.  Having 3 surviving Bond girls would have been a lot more interesting.  Someone needs to tell Timothy Chalmette if he wants to wear a coat without a shirt, he needs to have a chest to go with it.  And then, of course there was the SMACK,  or the PUNCH, you know?  The moment when Will Smith walked up on stage and hit Chris Rock.  I missed that, having gone to bed.  Let's be honest, though, so many, many of us want to hit Chris Rock.  His jokes have always seemed bitter and angry.  Rather than leave you with a video of that slap, I'll leave with a moment when the producers understand what entertainment is supposed to be.