Tuesday, November 19, 2019
This may describe the entire week.
I'm just wondering how long the Democrats can milk getting spanked at their own impeachment farce before their heads actually explode.
It may rain here tomorrow, which in Califrutopia, given the average skillset of driving-challenged transplants and illegal aliens who used to drive taxis in Tijuana, means chaos on the highways once the first drop hits the pavement. The media are slow-building it into the mother of all globull warming catastrophes, but rain in SoCal in November is about as newsworthy as the tide rising twice a day at the beach.
Maybe I'll go find a quiet off-season campsite or something.
There's something settling to being out in the wilds when Nature is taking a shower, or just after.
If nothing gets my goat in the meantime, I'm sure you'll all find something worthwhile to amuse yourselves.