A sunny day greets me as I rise a little late this morning. Ran out of the normal allergy meds and had to use Benadryl before bedtime. It works well, but the side effects are a deep but not so restful sleep, late awakening and drowsiness for the first couple of hours.
I am just finishing my first cup at a quarter past nine. 9:15 for you who are post digital, and filled it for the completion of this little morning missive. So with a fresh cup where do we go?
The news? A local 26 year old man is charged with rape of a consenting 13 year old. My thoughts are all over the place on this one. No he shouldn’t have. But a rape charge? Don’t they have a sex with a minor child law here? I dunno …
More rockets in Israel. More targets in Gaza. HAMAS is acting badly, and my hope is that the Palestinian people will weary of these jihadist and toss them out. Yeah. False hope.
Obama can’t catch a break. I don’t think he deserves a lot of the abuse he gets, and perhaps I gloat a bit too much when he does get caught out. I do think he expanded the executive way beyond what he should have, no matter how noble it seems to him and others.
Yeeps. I am beginning to see what happens when I don’t write. The quality of my words and sentences goes down dramatically.
If I don’t practice one day, I know it; two days, the critics know it; three days, the public knows it.
~ Jascha Heifetz
Lois Learner. I think that there is so much pressure on the IRS upper echelon that some bureaucrat is going to crack. And an old saw goes:
“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
– Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanack
And with that, time goes by … the smell of ersatz sausage wafts by the studio, and soon Snookums will signal breakfast is ready. Today is preparation day. A day to get ready for a day of rest. All the food is cooked today. The Shabbat table is laid, awaiting candle lighting. In my not so orthodox home, Shabbat always arrives at 6 PM instead of sundown. I guess that makes me a heretic of some sort, but *shrug* ….