It's Friday. It's been raining and raining and raining. Husband's out of town so the roof leaks ruining for the third time since we bought this house a bathroom wall. (That the bathroom is the size of an orgone box is probably a blessing, but I so do not want to paint it again). Test on Monday. I have been monomaniacal. Not much to report. But .....
I have spent some time reading the pre-mortems about the presidential race. There is, for the writers and me, the reader, a whistling past the graveyard air to all of it. Better to read it as diversion, not fact. Then I came across this picture. I would no more want this man leading the republic than I would want Al Sharpton to do my hair.
That is all.
I have spent some time reading the pre-mortems about the presidential race. There is, for the writers and me, the reader, a whistling past the graveyard air to all of it. Better to read it as diversion, not fact. Then I came across this picture. I would no more want this man leading the republic than I would want Al Sharpton to do my hair.
That is all.
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