November 9, 2019

Giddy up jingle horse

I think I will rake some leaves today. Or not. The front yard is ankle deep, but the big maple still has at least fifty percent of the leaves still stuck to the branches like a bitter clinger does his Bible and gun here in the Rust Belt. It doesn't appear warmer weather is coming anytime soon, so I might as well suck it up and do some work.

I escaped the doctor with a stern lecture but remain on the assortment of pills. He knows and I know sticking to my diet will bring my sugars right down. It is strange, back when I was fat, pre diabetes, I rarely craved sweet stuff. Now I want those things all of the time. Let's be honest, munching on a carrot is no substitute for a Little Debbie oatmeal creme pie. My problem is I snack under two conditions: stress and boredom. My life these days is only stress and boredom.

Hold on a sec.

Thanks, I'm back. I had to get the Echo spy device to switch background music. Sinatra wasn't cutting it this morning.

The Washington Post had an opinion piece wondering if the Republicans are going to be able to accept defeat in the coming elections. I am pretty sure it was not satire.

One hundred days until baseball.


Ed Bonderenka said...

Opinion piece, propaganda, what's the dif?

Cappy said...

No Eric Ciaramella article in Wikipedia sill.

Now here's Joe, with sports!

Ed Bonderenka said...

And Epstein did not kill himself.

Practical Parsimony said...

I seem to want sweets more, too, now that I have diabetes. I eat the chocolates, lots of water, and exercise a bit, I don't know it if works or not. I suppose it does.

However, Litle Debbies does nothing to tempt me.

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