Tuesday. Not much to be said for this day. But I haven’t posted anything in a while, so I’ll set in front of a blank page and put down my usual stream-of-consciousness meanderings. Tiw, the one-handed god of the day apparently stuck his hand in the mouth of a wolf and lost it. That is a rather stupid thing for a god to do, so a minor day of the week is his reward.
Talk radio entertains me and the bird this day. Budgies thrive on noise and battle, but people probably shouldn’t. So now I am caught up on the political hate for the week. I feel so .. informed. It is easy to see a persons political affiliations by their use of memes and narratives, and just as easy to ignore the words that follow them. I am more curious to see who wins the pissing contest than I am whether the wall gets built or not. As a nation, I believe that we passed the point of no return a long time ago, and the natural course is a downward spiral. The best we can do is slow the inexorable helix to destruction. It will come.
So with those cheery predictions, I wander on.
The weather has been warm for the last few days, and the air-conditioner has come on in the afternoons, but that trend will likely end for a week or so. But spring here can’t be afar off. It is already time to start tomatoes indoors. If I was going to start tomatoes. I really haven’t had much luck with them.
The day has marched on, the coffee cup is empty and so is the pot. And it is time to stop the blather.