Happy Monday that feels like a Sunday. It may rain here at the old homestead today. It might not. It is certainly cloudy.
We are nearing the end of a long boring weekend. Nothing of interest is on tap for today either.
I was going to write a follow-up post to yesterday’s effort, but I suspect most of you experienced that glazed over “ oh no it’s history” look in your eye as soon as you saw the headline and I can’t afford to lose any more readers with even more of that stuff. Trust me, I know that look. I get it from my wife n a routine basis every time I share an interesting fact, anecdote, or story. It is the “I don’t care” look.
Oh, she pretends to pay attention. She loves me after all. But she really doesn’t care. I’m OK with that.
So it is Labor Day. Let’s celebrate the hard work we do by taking a day off. I’m not sure why we don’t celebrate Labor Unions on May Day like the rest of the world, perhaps because we try to cover the historical connections between labor unions and the godless Communists. They also celebrate May Day.
Lest I become too antagonistic and belligerent I will stop there.
How about we offer up some bad seventies music instead.
Good luck getting that one out of your head.
Have a great day.