The Musical Fruit
Before I hit the kitchen, here are a couple of thoughts weighing on my mind.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
In the news
Before I hit the kitchen, here are a couple of thoughts weighing on my mind.
Donna and I celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner and a movie: I grilled steaks, which we ate on trays while watching Harrison Ford chew up the scenery in Air Force One.
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
I think it’s widely acknowledged there’s a difference between sleeping dreams and napping dreams.
True enough there’s never been an election like this in our country. It’s unbelievable, save for the fact it’s happening right in front of our eyes.
It would be entirely in character for Trump, in a fit of loser spite, to pull the trigger on the kind of white supremacist street violence we saw last night.
It drives me crazy how the media pussyfoots around Republican lies by reporting “no evidence of widespread fraud.” Why “widespread?” Why not “no fraud?”
Donna’s not the only one around here with sightly teeth.