Sorta.
THE DAY
I don’t know what it is about losing that hour to daylight savings time (curse you, Ben Franklin), but I’m always discombobulated and behind the day after. Understanding the science behind that doesn’t make it better either. Like when have I ever gotten eight unbroken hours of sleep?
Regardless, sort of got cracking but in an anxious, diffuse way which the husband says is my typical go-to when starting a new book. He was very patient with me this morning when I was miscellaneously flipping and flapping–and helpful, too, when I was batting around a couple ideas.
Spent the morning doing my magpie thing and then went to swim, do errands. Picked up some flowers because I like how they brighten the house. Back to bake Sunday’s Cake: Cornmeal-Lime with Chili, finished with a chili-lime glaze:
Then back to work.
I also yelled at someone today because she said that she and her husband were probably going to sit this one out. (This is just after she got done telling me how reminiscent the entire political climate was of Germany before Hitler came to power.) They also blame Obama for all the country’s problems, but whatever.
Oh, and did I mention that he’s ex-military?
I’m sorry, but that stance simply galls me, for all sorts of reasons. Forget the whole people died so you could vote; that people die fighting for the right to vote; and that your military exists, in part, to make sure you have the freedom to say to hell with it all or vote . . . when you don’t vote, you aren’t NOT voting. You are simply handing your vote to someone you don’t like because you can bet that someone who loves the guy or gal you hate will vote.
So I was sorry to yell. I was sorry to jump all over this perfectly nice woman. But if the only people who show up to vote are those who care passionately about a candidate, then you really might get Trump. Cruz is less of a possibility, but I don’t count him out either. If Kasich has enough sway over his home state, then history goes against Trump. No one has ever won the White House without Ohio.
OTOH, everyone said Trump would never get this far.
Oh, and let’s not get into the irony of Trump complaining about losing his First Amendment rights because protesters have the gall to keep his rally from happening–but it’s perfectly okay for him to either ban reporters from his events or put them in special holding pens so his supporters can jeer at them, and worse.
We should all take a page from David Sedaris:
“On Undecided Voters: “To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.”
You can see the whole YouTube video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ij1JKm25kHo
Boy, I need my Friday’s cocktail now.
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What I’m Watching:
Believe it or not, I watched the NCAA brackets while I baked. March Madness is the only time I follow any kind of basketball at all. Kind of pumped, actually.
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What I’m Reading:
Various articles on gold mines, the Klondike rush, various tribes…that kind of thing.
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What I’m Listening to:
Finally caved and decided to also listen to Abandon so I can get through the thing faster. It’s actually a better listen than a read, probably because the edits are so sloppily done.
