The Keurig spit out coffee as I sat on the end of the couch in the light of the sun streaming through the patio doors. The melting frost glittered on the blades of grass outside. I reflected, not for the first time, that a little sun makes the day so much better, even if it is cold outside.
I’m in a good mood so I’m not going to delve into politics or economics or the state of modern movies. I woke up breathing and I am blessed beyond anything I deserve. That’s enough.
Have a great Saturday.
I saw Fleetwood Mac on the Tusk tour at the old Market Square Arena in Indy. It was a fantastic show but probably the loudest concert I ever attended. My ears rang for two days after.
John McVee is an underrated bass player.
And for Sluggy — lots of cowbell
Can someone, anyone, explain why de-extinction of Dire Wolves is a good thing?
Did none of the investors read “Jurassic Park?”
My life is pathetic. I woke up this morning because I was thinking about spreadsheets. Instead of dreams about Esther Williams in that one white swimsuit or going to Tiffany’s with Audrey Hepburn, I am dreaming about how to combine parts of three different convoluted spreadsheets easily.
I know.
In other news, a significant amount of stuff you buy at Walmart or Target is going to double in price in the next three months or so. Do you suppose you can get a factory built in the next ninety days to mitigate the massive tariff you will have to pay?
On the bright side, the price of oil is down. Thats a good thing.
It is freezing outside. I mean that literally. And when I say literally, I mean it in its true (literal) definition; as in as written, true, exact. It’s cold for April.
I was going to search the archives for a story I published here about the Battle of Shiloh which concluded on this date in 1862, but that seemed like a lot of work for a not too good piece of fiction. You can look for it yourself.
Here is a lousy Monday joke instead:
Why was the Chinese meal so expensive?
The cookies were a fortune.
Go forth and make it a mediocre Monday.
The rain continues, but it should taper off later today. Rivers are out of their banks, fields are flooded. For a bit yesterday I had a river running through the backyard.
Apparently rain makes me sleepy. I dozed off watching the baseball game in the afternoon. I fell asleep on be couch around 10:30 before wandering off to bed a bit after 11. Somehow I slept until after 7:00. I probably could lean back in the recliner and take a nap after I type this.
I have moved Friday music to Saturday this week. Don’t question it. It just is. I thought some early Beatles would do nicely this morning. If you don’t agree you can start your own blog and post Friday Music on a Saturday morning.
Intermittent rain continues here at the old homestead. If it keeps up the town will have to resume its old sobriquet of Mudsock, so named because of the muddy swampy conditions of the town. To be safe I’ve started drawing up plans for an ark.
It remains cool. I’ve yet to don a pair of shorts. In fact I had to pull out a long sleeve shirt yesterday. What the heck Mother Nature? I suppose this is the Global Warming I’ve been hearing about?
I thought not.
