I imagine that your mind is probably shattering at the moment, too. There are too many mental balls to juggle, and they are flying all over the place and getting dropped. Some of them have explosives in them, others are just paint balls, and others are just trite metaphors getting overworked on an unread blog.
That can only mean one thing: It’s time for our weekly break!
I’ll leave you with this thought: It’s my former wife’s weekend with the kids. They don’t hang out with me, y’know, being teenagers and all, but that sensation when I get back from dropping them at school, their presence still palpable (the humidity upstairs from the shower, the smell of whatever it is that my daughter put in her hair, the mug that I used to heat the milk for the hot chocolate my son drinks in the car), it is overwhelming and poignant, it fades all too fast.
And in other good news, it’s baseball season!!
What about the fact that Trey Gowdy is worried about leakers when he lives in one of the most poorly educated districts in the country ? (I should know, I lived there) What about the horrible retrogressive AHCA? Everybody fucking hates it, except for a few idiots, but Twittler says pass it or I’m going to be moving on, my attention span on this subject is spent, and I don’t have the patience for real negotiation. What about the fact that there is a sizable part of the country that hates other Americans so much that they will give Der GropenFührer a pass on everything? What about the Israeli teen that is responsible for the bomb threats at the JCCs, giving more ammo to the already emboldened white supremacists? I can’t take it!
The Meta-Bug 