Day two of my commitment to write a little each morning. I don’t have to like it, I just have to do it.
So, armed with a fresh cup of coffee, two sugar cookies, and followed by four dogs coveting my cookies, I return to the keyboard with freshened resolve to just not let the days slide by unnoticed. I keep treats by the computer because I don’t share cookies. When I am done, they each get on tiny treat, and they accept it reluctantly. They know it isn’t cookie. I am such a bastard at times.
A quick run through the newsfeeds …
Democrats are disappointed. The much-vaunted impeachment inquiry into the possibility of an impeachment was deemed a flop by both Democrats and ahem! unbiased left wing ‘sources’. Jerry Nadler, the chief inquisitor of this trial by fire was left sputtering whether he was going to charge the witness with Contempt of Congress or not. The witness, Corey Lewandowski, apparently will not participate in an auto-de-fe now, and the left is crushed, and they have let the Democrats on the committee know how displeased they are.
And the President is deciding what he wants to do about gun control, and tweeted that Robert “Beto” O’Rourke’s fiery oath to confiscate all AR-15 and look-alikes if he is elected was not helpful to the determination. Tweeted off a request that the President do NOTHING about gun control.
Yeah. Sure. He saw that tweet and took it to heart. Sure.
On a more significant note, I can tell Snooks is putting on her socks and shoes just by hearing the ruckus down the hall. She and the mutts are going outside for a little morning ball throwing. Now that the weather has cooled a little, they don’t mind staying out a bit longer than usual.
Snooks has turned into the cat lady too. We now have three yellow feral cats that sit on the porch in the morning waiting for the breakfast lady to bring out a little cat kibble and water. They peer into my studio through one window, and into the dining room through the other window, trying to see if she is moving their way. They are out there at sunup, but Snookums is a woman of routine, and they will just have to wait until their turn comes up on the rota. She only gives them half rations because we want them to eat mice and rats as well. I think before long I am going to have to trap them, get them neutered and notched, and bring them home again.
And so goes the days …