It is late at night
and I’m reckoning with competing impulses.
I
should head to bed. I’ve been vaguely
tired for a while now. I’ve got the
munchies. I’m just back from
a little run that got me a handful of roasted sunflower seeds, some apricots
and raisins and two or three of those Loaker wafer cookies.
The
cat is meowing, locked into the laundry room.
Duke
Pearson’s “The Phantom” is sounding like what’s needed for the end of the
evening. The Mrs. wants me to check the
light in the vehicle. Why is it still on?
We’ve
traded our car with her brother for this week.
But
we don’t know all the tricks to ownership.
Looks
like I’d left the blinker on.
I
thought about taking a nap back at 1:00PM.
That
turned into ‘right after lunch’ and then that call and another. I needed to
make some dinner and then the kids are home.
I
wonder if I could institute a normal nap here at home as something I regularly
do. One suspects this is more healthy than
coffee.
Gazing
over the news I took note of the moxie required by Rex Tillerson to tell the
Russian government they had been “incompetent,” on his recent visit. The
Russian management of their ally, Assad, had been “incompetent,” he insisted. They should have stopped him from using Sarin gas. Does a member of the Trump administration
flinch at all before tossing that adjective around at others? What
else if not incompetent have the Trump team been thus far?
Tuesday, 4/11/17
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