Day: June 8, 2017
So we made it to the end of the work day and it was pretty uneventful. Actually it was a pretty damn dull work day if I do say so myself. Nothing to write home to Momma about and nothing that makes it a memorable day to remember. Just another day of living the dream I guess.
I tuned in C-SPAN on my MacBook and streamed the Comey testimony today and listened to the commentary afterwards. What a mess. I sit back and look at what we’ve become and I’m ready to hop in a jet and head for the Outer Banks just so I can sit on the beach, suck back some suds, eat some seafood and then generally watch the world go to hell in a hand basket.
This would also be about the time when I’d be sitting out on the desk watching the sun go down, smoking a cigarette and contemplating how we got to this point. But I don’t smoke any more and haven’t since January 2003; so that’s pretty much out right now. I need a Walmart run instead to pick up a couple sun tea jars. It’s easy enough to make some sun tea as is some simple syrup to sweeten it up a tad.
Sweet tea. My one vice that I picked up after being stationed down south of the Mason-Dixon Line for a spell.
Yanno, this is a mucher betterer view than looking out a dirty office window and on to some construction site. I know this won’t last but it is a mucher betterer view. My opinion at least.
Yes, the bunnies have been outside chasing one another this morning. I have bunny porn going on out there. It’s a jungle.