I slept late this morning.
And then I went downstairs and did... nothing. This is one of those do nothing days. Later this afternoon I will turn my brisket into something delectable. No, I don't use cabbage with my corned beef.
The report is back on my little mole. They call it a papule. They don't think it's anything I need to worry about, but they want to biopsy it anyway. That's right. They're shaving it off. That's how they put it. When I called to make an appointment to have it shaved off I was told that the request is still pending and they will most likely give me a call tomorrow. I have no doubt that they're going to want to shave it off next week, when I'm supposed to have Jury Duty. Prepping for such an event, I've already sent the Jury Duty contact an email.
Boy, didn't the Idiot Jerk in the White House flip out yesterday over Jeanine Pirro's suspension? He loves his racists, you know? He desperately wants the world to know how much he hates Muslims... unless they happen to be Royal and are very, very wealthy. The New Zealand shooter likes the Idiot Jerk's view of Muslims... though said he's a terrible leader. Isn't it funny how the White House is trying to put as much distance as possible between the Idiot Jerk's comments and what happened in New Zealand, while at the same time defending Pirro's anti-Muslim rant....
My cardio yesterday was super. How good? They look at your average heart rate and give you a recovery time. My recovery time was 22 hours. The stronger your heart gets, the lower your recovery time. That's why it's called Cardio.