The forecast is for rain today - spotty, on and off, a shower here and a shower there, with a high of around 69 (F). Good thing I wasn't planing any yard work. There was a short break and Biggie went out for his morning pee. He doesn't like the rain. Lily has no problem. She also likes to be toweled dry.
Breakfast with my brother was interesting. We talked about a wide range of subjects. His favorite is: who'll be the Democratic candidate for president. I told him "it doesn't make a difference, whomever gets nominated is going to beat the Idiot Jerk." I suspect he was expecting me to cite the impeachment. Not me. I pulled two other ingredients from the Idiot Jerks shit salad. He promised to make coal mining rosy again - that ain't happening. And those subsidies he's handing out to farmers financially hurt by his tariffs? Well, they're going to the large, corporate farms, not the Mom and Pop farms, yet it was all those Mom and Pops who voted for him and now they're pissed. Don't believe they're going to vote for a Democrat, they're not. In fact, voting is not what they're going to do... at all. They're going to sit this one out.
I completed the "ride to Blue Lagoon" yesterday, all 15.07 miles... in 56 minutes. Interestingly enough, there's no Blue Lagoon anywhere on the ride. You do see a lot of lava fields and steam vents but no beach, no lagoon. In fact, the ride ends in a parking lot.
And I went to see "Judy" last evening. It was very, very good. Zellweger is outstanding. I had some trepidation on going in because biographies on a whole can be rather manipulative. Take "Bohemian Rhapsody," in which Freddie Mercury's gayness was seriously chintzed out in order to appeal to straight audiences. Not so with "Judy." The warts are there for all to see. More important, you see why the warts are there. I don't believe your average film-goer can understand how brutal the studio system was with young stars, and how easily they were tossed side when their box office appeal died.
As for today, the second day of my weekend, I have some really excitement planned: I'm getting my car inspected at 0800, and then I'm going to get my hair cut! Wowee! How can I contain myself?