Monday... another week begins. Repetition is not the joy of my life. Consistency is not necessarily a good thing. Sometimes things need to be shaken up. And underdog progressive has won the DA race in San Francisco. This is just one more example of how the country is turning away from the rigid, conservative politics of the Idiot Jerk in the White House and his party of phonies. One thing they have never learned and never will: you can't force your unpopular agenda down the throats of the American people and expect them to accept it. They will repeat and fail, repeat and fail, until they no longer have a loud enough voice for anyone to hear.
Anyway... I'm changing up my cycling routine, aiming for shorter more intense rides. This means more hills.... can you hear the joy in my words?
One of my little routines is to always make 4 taquitos when I get home from work and snack on them as read through the day's blog entries. Last evening I didn't throw that paper towel away soon enough and Big Seig ate it. Son of a bitch! He has eaten them before. They always come out in the end. They are, however, not the type of roughage I want him chowing down on.
Oh, and today's Veteran's Day. My personal opinion, not that it counts too much, is that as a Veteran for a Foreign War I should not have to work. I should get the day off with pay. Corporate America hates that idea. Doing that would eat just the tiniest bit of their Profit Pie. It's all about the money, you know? Corporate America loves Conservatives - a group consistently trying to give them tax breaks. Corporate America is not very patriotic. They prefer banking assets rather than chipping in to help those less fortunate. They do not care if the middle class is falling into destitution. That word does not describe their definition of the bottom line. Unfortunately, about 88% of Corporate America is owned by foreign nationals. That sucks.
Anyway... #2. As I was walking to my car last week to go to work, before the temperature drop to 25 (F) I spied a little toad stool grown in my grass.
Since I thought it looks poisonous as hell, I left it be.
Finally, I began Chapter 29 last evening: The Bend in the River. The Bend has not always been kind to people. In Chapter 1 there's mention of a body washing up on the rocks at the Bend in the River. One can only wonder what our intrepid investigators find washed up on the rocks in The Body in the Well. Hint: It's not a Conservative.