There was a Monday, and I didn't post anything. Sunday was a fairly busy day, once I got moving, but action has consequences: grilling and doing a tiny bit of yard work left my knees sore, stiff and aching.
Add in migraines and allergy symptoms despite taking the OTC pills, and I maxed out on acetaminophen and had added aspirin by Monday evening. I have long known I was headed for arthritis in my knees; childhood rheumatic fever did a little damage, my 2006 motorscooter wreck did more (a lot more) to my right knee, and falling hard on my left knee over a year ago added to it. The bill is coming due and all I can do is take my pills and try to move more. Might have to go back to physical therapy.
It was a distraction yesterday. Who is this old person I'm riding around in, and why is she having so much difficulty standing and walking? Oh, right. Still me. She's gonna have to keep at it.
Current events keep on currenting. I note with interest but without much comment that the President's "Liquor Cabinet" has shed another member. All women so far -- but remember, "Women and children first," leaves plenty of leeway for SecDef, the FBI director and possibly the Secretary of State to hit the lifeboats in the first round. There's probably a betting pool -- but don't you have better things to do with your money?
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1 year ago
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Monday: Trump plays red light green light with tankers.
The Squid Game version.
Turns out that he has no control over the Strait.
I'm going with Kash as next on the chopping block, especially if the lawsuit crashes out.
I wonder if being shit-faced-drunk is the only way to survive being a Trump cabinet member...then when sobriety is forced upon them, they realize their culpability and head for the hills. I'm sure their conscience didn't catch up with them.
I hope your knees treat you better. Physical therapy on my blown-up right knee starts Friday. I'm very frustrated not being able to do certain tasks because of the injury. It has improved...I no longer have to use a monitor cart as a walker to get around at work any more, and I can tolerate some ladder climbing.
Then again, the assumption of a conscious is a big ask for that particular circle of fawning lickspittles.
My suspicion is that they're more akin to the sort of eternal fratboys & sorority gals one finds at the local country club- the successful and influential ones who put on the front of moral respectability in public, but go for the sort of wild orgies that would make Trimalchio blush.
And as we're starting to see, the Billionaire class takes that upper middle class riotous self-indulgence up to 11.
But don't worry- Trump will do some sort of easy and shallow stunt, and MAGA will go back to proclaiming this teh Mostest Christian Admin Evah!
You constantly help Roberta inform me, Joe in PNG. Trimalchio? Had to look it up. Thanks to grich for eliciting your contribution.
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