A victim of poor design
Only when you have gone without a head cold for a suitable period, can you fully appreciate what a scourge it is. Our respiratory system works well, almost always; bring in the right virus and you learn what “overdrive” really means. I’m several days along the path to recovery, but this is a really rocky path.
Of course, I’m staying out of public places. No trivia for this lad. No restaurants. No visits to sickbeds, unless I want to be held prisoner by the stethoscope people. I hate wearing a mask (another reason to forego a career as a train robber, like in the days of horse opera). And so I’m here, at home, with the dog shunning me. He knows.
I see that the GOP has pushed “their” candidate through, as the next man on their Supreme Court. Without flogging a dead horse, their system, with votes by 50 people here and an Electoral College there, demonstrates to the rest of the earth that democratic governance can be a sham. Perhaps the “monarch” with supreme authority trumps their idea of a Supreme Court. Hope they enjoy the next twenty years of conservative change. May they reap what they sow, without the harvest crossing our border. Although, after listening to the irrational discourse from two our our premiers (on the topic of a carbon tax), it may be too late.
What else, then? Our neighbour from down the hill is heading home after a summer of rough shelter. Until next year, or until you find the farm of your dreams.
