Wednesday, February 15, 2017

february fifteenth

Five for February 15th:

Today. Splitting early to pick up Jane at school and hopefully take the kids to the park if the sun is out and it’s not too chilly. Hilarious that the coldest day this week is still up near 50 degrees.

Sleep deprivation. Between George waking up at 2:30 in the morning and Jane falling out of bed a couple hours later, I didn’t get much last night. Hopefully a steady stream of caffeine can keep me conscious.

Enough is enough. Four weeks in, and there is apparently no depth to which this turd of an administration cannot sink. Time to impeach/imprison this entire corrupt cabinet and start over. Heads need to start rolling.

Cool stuff. White Birch lunch sesh, nearing fish fry season, Jane’s valentine stash, ants on a log, new notebook.

Office quote of the day. "Are you talking about the drummer for Coverdale-Page? 'Cause I don't know who the fuck else you could be talking about."

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