Dragging Through the Week

I went for a short walk to the store tonight.  I forgot one thing so I had sunlight or fading sunlight on my side tonight.  Nice to get fresh air. Have I said that I am anxious for daylight savings because I am.

I will be able to get a jump on my day once daylight kicks in. I deal with an area that doesn't do daylight savings.  Smart people.  It helps me get ahead of things because others aren't online until later in the morning so it helps.  

No sign of the lurker but we did have help and a reassurance. I'll take it.  Still pissed off at the diva but it's not the distraction it was on Monday.  I'm not really sure what's going on with the lurker but I was ok with her being gone another day.

We had the hearings on with Pam Bondi.  Wow.  What a bitch. I muted her a few times when my mom was at the food pantry. I only watched the exchange she had with Dan Goldman.  And what do you know, Jasmine Crocket was going at her when I had to pick up my mom.  Sigh.  Damn. I really wanted to see that face off.  

There's always YouTube or another Jasmine moment that will pop up again.  I sure hope she wins her primary and wins for the Senate.  She is fantastic.

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