A cheerful budgie greets me this am as I stagger into the studio this morning, balancing cookies and coffee. Snookums had already raised the blinds and started some Shabbat appropriate music on the puck to entertain said bird, so I just flopped down and munched cookies and sipped coffee until the last rivulets of Lethe’s waters drained away.
Twitter wants me to watch people filing by a POW’s casket in the rotunda, but I skip on by the suggestion. He has my respect as a POW, and I didn’t ask him to be a saint too. But politicians should be carried out and dumped in the refuse bin if they aren’t saints. And he wasn’t. All this lauding of him by Democrats smacks of insincerity.
But I force myself to not dwell here, and move on to more pleasant thoughts of Shabbats, music and sunrises, and what to prepare for breakfast.