Can we have a happy hello for Friday? I know some of you five-day-weekers will be heading into your office, or shop, or cube for the final day of the week. I did that too, for oh so many, many years, which is why I can say there is a part-time light at the end of that tunnel.
I did work yesterday, and it was very slow. I did manage to get a measure, which will please the higher up, but it's only for a staircase. Not a lot of revenue there. The store, itself, has been popping off daily fireworks when it comes to business. Ironic, isn't it, how a certain group of individuals can't stop their taught little whisperings about inflation and then go out and a $3000 gas powered lawn tractor. Perhaps it's because the price of gas has begun to finally go down. Has anybody else noticed how that group of people who have been complaining about the prices at the gas pump are suddenly quiet?
There are 5 of the super-sized cookies I baked still left to be eaten.
Lyrics from Alice Merton's 'Same Team' have made it into The Body Under Ice. Even though there is snow, and wilderness, and possibly a hint of a bloody murder in the video, there's none of that in the story.... well, there is a bit of bloody murder, otherwise there'd never be a body under the ice.
I've been hearing a lot of chit chat regarding Dr. Oz's candidacy for Pat Toomey's soon to be vacant Senate seat. Mostly, people are wondering where in Hell the charlatan has been for the past... oh, two months or so. Except for dropping the occasional commercial filmed in New Jersey, he hasn't been spending much time out stomping for votes. Fetterman, however, running as an outsider Democrat is constantly releasing snarky commentary about the bad doctor. For those who don't know Big John, here he is breaking the mold.