One cottage industry
If nothing else, the current occupant of the White House has spawned one cottage industry: tell-all books. And as a person with time on my hands and access to the texts, I’m working my way through the more salacious titles. Could it be that he gives colour to the stories? As in “orange is the new black”, to use one pundit’s snicker.
I finished Fire And Fury back in the springtime. The summer brought me Unhinged. Today, a book from an author with journalistic credentials: Fear. One common thread runs through all three, namely that normal is no longer in the list of applicable adjectives. I’m going to reserve judgement on the veracity until after “judgement”, if you will. However, libel laws are still a thing, and there haven’t been any suits brought before the courts.
Today, I decided to try the walkin clinic path as a way of picking up a renewal on my various eye drops. Had to obey the schedule and assert my right to a third place finish in the race to get on the list. But, it all went well. As a bonus, the doctor on call offered to take me as a patient (without being asked). First time in my life, and a subtle sign that socialist medicine has a place. Not willing to move away, when I can get access to services without mortgaging my first born. (Kid, you’ve been spared, again). We celebrated the return to supervised care (and a birthday) by getting our supper served. Can’t beat a day like that, easily.
