Back to the grind

Yeah.  Again.

I don't think I've gotten enough sleep in the past two months.

I'll bet you didn't know

That you can tell the exact moment when someone in a car decides to pick up a cell phone and start yakking away.

It's the exact same moment that a reasonably sane driver turns into a fuck-witted asshat of the highest order.  You can tell when this occurs because they suddenly can't stay in their lane, or maintain the same speed.  They also ignore everything else around them, making them a danger to every other car on the road.

Yes, this happened to me yesterday.  Why do you ask?

So who is surprised

That the Left is using lies, smears and distortions this early?

Yeah, me neither.

A little Sunday Morning Jazz

This is a style of music the Ragin' Mrs. just can't stand at all, but I love it.  That's OK, because she loves trance music and I don't.  We do have our little differences.  Anyways, one of the kings of jazz, in my not so humble opinion, is Thelonious Monk, and this is the first song of his that I ever heard.



I'm trying to avoid too many political things on Sundays.  I'm finding that it does bad things to my mindset for the rest of the week.