After today, actually sometime this evening, I will hit my Hump Moment. It's not quite a dime, more or less just a few seconds in time. This is what happens when you work 6 days in a row. Days at the flooring desk are slow, right now. Summer doldrums. They seem especially bad this year, mostly, I suspect, because after a year people are finally getting out and about. No one wants to sit home and wait for a carpet install. I have no problem with this.
Rain is supposed to begin this afternoon and drizzle around until sometime Sunday. Temps are supposed to drop down into the mid 50's (F) for daily highs. In preparation, I've turned on the heat. It's not running right now, but the second the temps drop the furnace is going to kick on.
One thing about writers, there is always a future story running through our heads. The editing for The Body in the Loch is almost wrapped up. Even though work on it is not 'officially' over, words for the next one have already been put down on paper. I have lots of notes. I have a title: The Body in Repose. A locale: New Orleans. A killer and a killer ending, you don't think I'm going to let those out of the bag, do you? And, of course, there is the music. Old, yes, but thanks to an manager who likes 80's music, this song played at work. The lyric fits in with a setting that is right now called 'the PF at Pomfrete.' Let your imaginations rove!
And what about McConnell begging Republicans not to vote for a January 6 commission? The reality is if they vote for the commission, the Party's over. If they vote against it, the Party's over. He's clinging to the hope that if they vote against they'll be able to hold onto enough voters to survive. In some parts of the country that may be true, but not a majority of the country. A large portion of Republicans are going to sit on their hands in 2022. Yesterday was the first time I saw an article where mention was made of how Republicans are hoping to hold onto the seats they already control in Congress, and how many are beginning to dread the road trips by the Orange Anus. They do want his attempt coup to be forgotten, yet he's going to use his rallies to drill the Big Lie. He is going to be a constant reminder they could have done something and didn't.
A mob busts into your workplace and you cower behind doors while they defecate in the hallways and steal from private offices and you don't want to know who did this and why?ReplyDelete
Then please get the fuck out of office.
Historically they've always pointed the finger at someone else, that option is not available to them this time, so they'll try and bury it... and fail.Delete
"I will hit my Hump Moment. It's not quite a dime, more or less just a few seconds in time." Are you sure you doing this hump thing right to only be lasting a few seconds?ReplyDelete
The whole for the GQP is getting wider and deeper. Good
Yes, with what I'm humping, I'm on track to spend only as many seconds there as possible.Delete
And the GOP? There are shit explosions all over the place.
I laugh each time I read Orange Anus! It’s the perfect name for him. I’m hopeful that his cfo flips on him big time.ReplyDelete
Of course he will, remember, for the OA, loyalty is bought and sold.Delete
Moscow Mitch is a monster. History will not be kind to that man.ReplyDelete
And you know Orange Anus is going on a tour. He needs to infect some more MAGAts and destroy whatever is left of the GQP. I'm not mad.
And yay for another book!
Ah, yes, the tour, and believe me, there are very few Republicans in the Senate who are looking forward to that.Delete