“Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.” ~ Mark Twain
Today we’re so rich, we own much more than we need, we have liberties unknown before, even though they are endangered in the current political climate in the US – and we forget how wonderful it nevertheless is, compared to most other political and economic systems. We have a saying that goes: Give a man enough rope and he hangs himself.” ~ David Foster Wallace
“For fast acting relief, try slowing down.” ~ Lily Tomlin
Wow, an existential storm is upon this country. As I look back on yesterday’s news I see that there was some relief from the storm, but maybe things just shifted instead. It doesn’t take a rocket surgeon to figure out that subjectively hogtying the sitting president ain’t gonna come easy. I read a few weeks back that some legal minds have speculated that the president may end up having to be escorted from the Oval Office at gunpoint. Just sayin. But enough about me, right? Wink wink. Yesterday went well for the cat. She had three teeth pulled, her claws clipped, and Dr. Kim was even nice enough to comb out the mats from her fur while the cat was all drugged-out. I’ve been working on the mats, but haven’t made a lot of progress on account of claws and fangs and stuff. Nice kitty. Oh – a long acting antibiotic as well. Rosie the cat is visibly relieved. That’s some weight lifted off of my shoulders, whereas my checking account became quite notably lighter. It’s a worthy investment. Mainly for the cat’s quality of life, but she is also all I’ve got right now, and in the foreseeable future. But don’t get me started, k? I know, I know . . . choices and movement . . . rah rah for the home team . . . go out and make things happen. Thanks for the encouragement. It means a lot to me. As for the advice and wisdom I pretty much gotta say not today, I have to work. The italicized phrase is meant as irony and should not be read as a sign of resignation or surrender. Sigh. Think I will go outside for a few minutes of sub-freezing fresh October air. Bisy backson.
The morning’s quiet has passed. Once the big rigs hit the highway the noise begins, and the friggin place sounds like a truck stop. As a long time bicycle advocate I do have significant distaste for noisy transportation. Yet the truck stop analogy is a good one in that a truck stop signifies travel, and I am traveling in my heart as we speak. So to speak. Geez, that was awkward. No worries. It’s time to wrap it up anyway. Ain’t no daylight to burn; not yet anyway. But in just one hour there will be.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.