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.