Tuesday

I think it's Tuesday, anyway. I could be a day off .....

Nope, I just checked. One more day till the trash bin has to be wheeled down to the end of the driveway and left for the trash man to empty.

It's important to remember these little things.

We can get so tied in knots over the fact that apparently the 50 % of the population with IQ's below 100 are now running the show that we forget that there are at least that many above the line. Scary thought but you just knew that eventually it would happen, didn't you. Ohhh?? Never thought of that? What can I say.

After spending 36 or so hours in a blue funk over the Taxation Without Representation going on in the US, and finally after 5 days of sleeping (actually, not sleeping mostly) in the upright position of the easy chair, hacking and coughing the last little bits of my lungs out, I finally got 7 hours of pretty good sleep back in my bed last night. (Of course about 3 am the missus was up and sleeping the rest of the night on the couch because of her coughing and hacking).

And because of more sleep and upon a few minutes spent reading this afternoon, I've begun to put the passage of The Health Care De-form Bill into perspective.

Newton I think it was that theorized that 'for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction'. I've spent one and a half days (more if you count the ranting done before the vote) being that opposite re-action.

Which is not to imply that is a bad thing, just that it's to be expected.

There is also a saying that, 'we cannot know the good without also knowing the bad'. Makes sense. We have to know them both to be able to judge between them.

Just because the half the population that actually engages in rational, logical thought, and has seen the bad through a knowledge of history and human failures and could see the inevitable consequences of robbing Peter to pay Paul does not mean that the dimmer bulbs on the Christmas tree have sense enough to come in out of the rain.

And so, this too will pass into the dustbin of history at some point.

The point being that I should relax and try to have fun with it while I may; for all too soon, as time is measured by the universe, the sun will go Nova and all this region of the Milky Way will disperse back into the cosmic dust to wander aimlessly about until captured once again by some speck with enough gravitational pull and coalesce into some other sphere.

So, for now, I will not waste precious metals of brass and copper sheathed lead, and go back to digging another room for the Kudzu Grotto, where I will sit, surrounded by my cases of Canned Pork and Beans, ever vigilant against the encroachments of mildew and rust, laughing hysterically and betimes weeping for what might have been.

All of the forgoing blathering of sanity and insanity should in no way be taken as evidence that the medications will forever restrain the dragons and demons and they'll not come snarling and puffing forth smoke and flame from time to time. Rather that for now the gambler remembers that losing is part of winning......and the games not over until one person has all the chips.