Looks like CNN/MSNBC lost on the House floor last night. They were sure they "had 'em" this time. It was fun. McCarthy was going to go down in history as a humiliated moron loser.
Welcome to Trump 2.0.
Erin Burnett's smug victory might be that at the very least, McCarthy didn't get voted in on Jan. 6. I mean. . . it was past midnight.
I wasn't up. I'd already gone to bed under the Full Wolf Moon. And what a moon it was. It was really a dumb-assed time not to be drinking. And yet. . . I'd had a most wonderful day.
It began with a morning call. Sky was eating soup and quiche for breakfast at a little cafe. Are these the kind of friends I have, I wondered? People who eat soup for breakfast.
Of course it is.
It was early but I had slept late, if that makes any sense, and so, rested by a good sleep after two nights of wakefulness, I looked through the window at a most beautiful day. I'd slept late enough and talked long enough that I was "late" for the gym. I can't be late, of course. I have no schedule. But I was getting texts from the gymroids.
"Where's the shaman?"
When I got there, the fellows had finished their workouts. Talk, talk, talk. The group is growing in numbers. Maybe forty-five minutes later, I touched my first weight. I did not work out for so very long, though, still practicing my holiday routine, and within forty minutes, I was out lying by the pool. It was one of those wonderful and brilliant days when the air is cool but the sun is warm. I'm not a "tanner," however. Ten minutes on one side, ten on the other. One of my neighbor ladies, quite the athlete, was also lying poolside.
"What's the matter, were there no open lanes?" I grinned. There were plenty.
"The water was just too cold," she said. I lay a couple chairs away so that we would not have to engage in constant talk. Nobody wants that. I just wanted to zone out and chill for a bit while my body made some vitamin D.
Back home, I showered quickly. It was a sidewalk cafe kind of day. I wanted sushi on the Boulevard.