Dear me... it's either Friday or Monday depending upon who you are and where you work. Me? I think I'm going to stop using names to identify the day of the week. Depending upon your religious inclinations you should be getting at least one day of rest, and I do, but it's never the same day. So much for traditional regularity.
Last evening, as I sat in my living room, I glanced over and saw the setting sun had painted a light design on my wall. What makes this one special? Well, my front door faces almost due East and as every one knows, the sun sets in the west. How did the sun achieve this effect as it was slowly sinking below the horizon? Being the curios type, I investigated. The sun's rays were reflecting off the attic window of the house across the street at such an angle to shine down through the small windows at the top of my front door. Yepper, this is probably one of those things that will only occur at a certain hour, on a certain day, at a certain time of the year because everything revolves, and turns, and spins. It's almost like a sign, you know?
And, of course, about 2 hours later we got word that Hope Hicks had tested positive for Covid 19. And, as you all know, a few hours later we got word that the Idiot Jerk is also infected. I don't want him to die, but I do think he should suffer for a while... like maybe a eternity. And you can bet your booties that the Evangelicals all started reaching towards their exogenous zones, just the thought of Pence being president, even temporarily, is enough to send them over the edge.
So, tell me, what do you see when you look at the Sign? I see the head of a knight.
But then I might be wrong. We may be looking at Eivor. The story trailer dropped for Assassins' Creed Valhalla yesterday, and it is scrumptious.