For the life of me, I don't know why I kept thinking yesterday was Saturday, perhaps because the store was relatively busy. We are slowly going to be increasing our hours, staying open later. As I said, on Monday, May 18 my schedule goes back to a full 40 hours a week. This means I'll be having to adjust my rides to later in the day; 40 - 60 minutes is their stand length.
I was in Lombardy, riding along the shore of Lake Garda yesterday and it's simply beautiful. I couldn't help but think, however, that Lombardy was one of those regions of Italy hit so hard by Covid 19. What a shame.
A bit about Tara Reade... Interesting. Back, when her allegation started making press, I did some minor research. She had claimed that she had filed a complaint at the time of the incident, however there was no documentation this happened. Since her initial complaints, the details of the incident have become more salacious. Christine Blasey Ford's accusations against Bret Kavanaugh never evolved. But for Reade, what was once a grope has now become fingers inserted into her vagina. As I said, this is interesting. She alleges the assault happened in a hallway when she was delivering a duffel bag to him. The details have now become rather lurid. And this is an election year. And Sanders supporters are now calling on Uncle Joe to drop out of the race. And Reade didn't really begin to forcefully speak out until after Sanders dropped out of the race. True, Uncle Joe has a reputation for being a little touchy feely, but... as I said, this whole thing is interesting.
And speaking of Bernie. He's a bit burned because New York cancelled their primary. He was hoping to get a few more delegates. He sees them as a bargaining chip to force Biden to swing farther to the left. Now, that ain't happening. Cue Tara.
And I know there are those out there who are waiting for an update on Glen. I wish I could say he was blooming, but that doesn't seem to be the case. He does, however, seem to be thriving.
I look forward to seeing how he will dress himself... herself... itself up next year, since he is the offspring of a bulb. The yellow tulip in the background? That's what his... her... its parents were hoping for and instead they got... Glen. Is his bulb angry? I have no idea. That happens, you know. Wanting something so terribly bad and then being terribly disappointed. This is how grudges are formed. Does the bulb hold a grudge? Well, I guess we'll have to wait until next year.