Just saw a commercial for a smart/cell phone chock full of double entendres. Somehow, these things now invite bawdy talk.

Enough, please.

(This might include you.)

So on one of these websites for opinion posting , a person opined that he is “exhausted” by Trump. That’s fine by me, but what got me thinking is that the antics of the Biden Administration, must be energizing to this “thinker/opiner”., if we consider the alternative to this position.

There’s an old saying that one only gets flak when your bomber is over the target. No one is trying to kill Rubio, Romney, DeSantis, or McConnell among the cluster of other GOP celebrities. I guess that’s because if these men were to run for President, the Washington cesspool would still be available for Open Swim. The killing would persist in Gaza, Lebanon. Ukraine or any other place where US diplomacy, i.e. killing, persists.

Bush, Cheney, Obama and Biden are all war criminals, because it’s ok to kill Arabs, Jews, Russians, or Ukrainians, just like Hitler did. Nothing will happen to them.

I’m sitting downstairs pondering my justification for adultery. I have not had sex with my wife in twenty one years.

That’s a long stretch.

Do I stay and have the long painful conversation? Or just leave.

Stay and talk is the choice.

I had big plans until insomnia settled on me.

I was going to go to bed and awaken in time for the 11:00 at St Benedict. The goal has eluded me unless I can fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

St Benedict appears unattainable unless I can fall asleep, awaken in three and a half hours, shower, dress and leave by 10:30.

The sun will be up soon. I want to be in bed again.

I had slept about three hours when I woke up. Seinfeld was on the TV. I felt dirty, sweaty and smelly. I had skipped brushing my teeth when I just fell asleep on the bed.

As I lay in bed, I asked myself, “What the Hell am I doing here?” So I got, brushed, flossed and rinsed with fluoride rinse. I climbed in the shower shampooed and scrubbed my skin with sandalwood soap Iwas pure. Again.

Unfortunately I was no longer sleepy. So I’m downstairs drinking coffee and watching Renae on Paper and Moose. She is a junk maven on YouTube. To my dirty old man libido, she has that wholesome sexy quality slightly reminiscent of Doris Day. Not bad at all.

Cartoons now seem to be in order The old Thirties and Forties cartoons are in the public domain abound on YouTube. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Mickey Mouse, and Donald Duck make more sense than our current crop of politicians and office seekers.

Homeless persons defecating on the sidewalk are not evidence of a well functioning society. Just sayin’.

Another weekend, more just a Sunday , wherein the bubble in which I float through space bounced off of reality.

A fellow alcoholic called and asked if I would take him to his new recovery house. I had put my name and phone number in a meeting directory, along with several others. And he called me.

The recovery house where he was staying was populated with people who were using, specifically cocaine powder and crack cocaine. So J and I got him relocated to more a reliable and safer place

I shouldn’t be surprised by this. Addicts use. That’s what defines them as addicts. But using at a recovery house tells the world they aren’t serious.

I have a naive puppies, rainbows, and balloons notion of recovery that conflicts with reality.

So my new friend needed help and we offered it,

Addiction is everywhere. Remember that.