I thought it was Saturday when I woke up this morning. Of course, it isn't. Friday is on the menu for today. Well, it is payday, so I guess that's a good start.
Yesterday I went to my brother's farm. He and I gathered 3 super big buckets of walnuts. Time to put my tool to use. He lost 13 chickens to some sort of virus. I felt bad for him. They have their chickens for the eggs, so they're mostly treated as pets. He's needs to build a little coop for the 3 still living, and totally anti-everything the big coop before he can get more. His turkeys? Holy Shit! They are the size of medium sized dogs. A bit frightening, too. They can be aggressive birds. You have to remember, a long, long time ago, their ancestors were dinosaurs. I have no idea that soon they will take over his farm.
Oh, and of course, there is the Kavanaugh fiasco. I see the Idiot Jerk in the White House is looking for a quick vote. We all know he's a selfish sack of shit and only thinks about what he wants. An NBC/WSJ poll shows more Americans disapprove of Brett, than approve. Is it because of the allegations? Or, possibly, because he looks like a smarmy, little, piss-ant of a man? Look in his eyes and all you will see is petulance. Another funny thing is that Evangelical leaders are putting out the word that if Brett doesn't get his seat, their voting block may... just... stay at home this November. Sounds like extortion to me. Or, maybe, they've just decided that now that they've shit on their plate they might as well eat it. We will know soon enough.
'Soon.' I've been using that word a lot lately. Friends will turn to me and ask me a question and my response is inevitably "soon." Sometimes 'soon' is a closer than you might think. And sometimes it's not. 'Soon' puts a chink in the armor of patience. Everybody wants to know. All I can say is... "soon," and maybe tease a little.