Halfway slump
In the news out of Ottawa: the finance minister resigns. Another will take his place, tomorrow. The nice thing about our one pony show is that nothing really matters.
And the military are ALL home, from the foreign war.
Don’t get me started on that one.
This evening, I have to scan and send a document. Here’s the rub. The document was ready to send. All set up, in proper format. And then the destinee decided that a hand-written copy was the requirement; of course, to be scanned and sent, electronically. Something tells me that the old school is never far from the new school. I used to make kids write out pages from the dictionary, as penance for venial actions. This seems to follow my model.
CBC admits that the Ron James Show is now discontinued. Is there no justice?
Specific musical anhedonia (or as I understand it, what a nightmare is really like…). If tunes don’t do it for you, what is there left in life? Research shows that it has nothing to do with “Daddy can’t dance”. Or sing. Just that tunes leave one with nothing. So sad.
Halfway through the provincial campaign, and she who called the election is now in a slump. Second place (which is worse than nothing, in the political context.) Still too early to call a winner, but this morning was probably a little drab around the coffee machine. There aren’t too many more billionaires available for the team, so what is one to do? I just don’t know, (and if I did, I wouldn’t tell her).
