Sunday... Sunday... Sunday, and I get to work. My weekend starts tomorrow. That means while a lot of you will be doing the Monday Morning Soft Shoe, I'll be... well, lawn work. And I have to paint the trim in the dining room... and rehang the tapestry... and the art... and, of course, there are the draperies for some bit of privacy. The last thing I want is for Chris next door, or his bearded tenant, watching me through the shrubberies as I dance naked through the dining room.
I saw that the people in Utah gave Mitt Romney a plate of shit. Looks like there's going to be a primary in June to decide which Republican gets to run for the Senate. A lot of people thought Mittens would hit a grand slam with the voters of that state. Sadly for Mitt, he came in 2nd. Oops.
And what about North Korea and their amazing announcement on ending their nuclear testing program? Only a knucklehead would believe them, you know, like the Idiot Jerk in the White House. Let's be honest here, this has a rather odorous smell, like a 3 day old open can of tuna. Everyone needs to be on their toes. Just like the Idiot Jerk in the White House, Kim Jung Whatever is not going to change. There's no new leaf, no true olive branch. If anything, the Idiot Jerk from North Korea will meet the Idiot Jerk in the White House believing he's they're 2 world dictators having a pow wow.
Anyway, I rode 7 miles this AM - and I was pleased. This is the first time I was on the bike in 8 days, which is weird. Hopefully tomorrow there will be more mileage.
And the weather is supposed to be nice. I can't wait. Spring might have finally arrived.
These are the days when I get to leave the back door open so the dogs can run in and out whenever they want. Life is good. Life will be great after November's Blue Wave.