I don’t ever want to hear someone gleefully say that we gained an hour of sleep Saturday night. Fritz was happy that he got an extra hour in Riverside this weekend.
We didn’t get an extra hour of nothing!
Nothing!
We’ve gotten eight weeks of four-thirty sunsets.
I slept like a turd last night and why in living hell is it humid in early November?
Enough bitching and moaning about the clocks going back an hour.
….and I won’t start bitching about the Chicago Bears this morning.
What is there to bitch about?
My baseball team lost 121 games last summer. I’m use to mediocre sports in my life.
Let’s get through election week without arguing with family and friends. Save it for the Thanksgiving table.
There will still be guns and there will still be abortions in 2025. It’s up to Chalkhead Nation to bring Peace, Love and Soul into the next year and well into the remainder of the chaotic 2020’s.
I think it’s probably going to be a rainy, crappy day. Keep your windshield clean and use the fog line when bright lights shine in your eyes.
Pretend that I drew a smile on the sun today and let raindrops astonish your heart
