And just today saw this vid from down the street.
So frightening. It strikes me as so odd when I see all the lights on in flooded buildings, Spooky.
Kat, please forgive my brain for the vivid dream early this morning which involved you, K, Lawrence O'Donnell and Larry King. Maybe I should not have key lime pie before bed or something. Anyway, I was apparently your boss, and you came to me (with K) bemoaning the fact that you were pregnant but didn't know if the father was Lawrence or Larry. (and typing this now just noticed the Lawrence/Larry thing, really brain?) Anyway, no one seemed to find your hussy ways particularly unsettling, but the upset was in who the daddy was. I argued for O'Donnell, but you were advocating for Larry because he was so smart. It ended up being Lawrence and he was a micro-managing ass about the pregnancy with delivering diet menus and books you had to read and so forth. I was making every excuse to have to send you out of town on business to get away from him.
And then the dog barked that it was time for me to get her breakfast and I woke up. I did not attempt to go back to sleep and see how it all turned out. My apologies for the nightmare scenario! What struck me most, even in my dream I kept wondering why the heck you and K didn't find anything unusual about this situation. Just taking it all in stride.
Total nightmare scenario!! also, ha!
peaches from the farmer's market. fuck yeah peaches.
Fivethirtyeight's now-cast is a thing of beauty. (And the polls and polls-plus forecasts are pretty damn good, too.) Can we just have the election now please?
We have been enjoying the peaches too. Mmmmm, peaches.
I have loved checking fivethirtyeight this week. Want election now.
Sorry Kat, but I'll be sure an update you if I get a sequel. (please no!) Dreams are so freaky in their total normal presentation of the completely bizarre.
Sadly the peaches I bought Saturday morning were all mushy and rotten by Sunday evening when I first went to eat one. I can't blame the vendor though, I picked the basket I wanted and they all looked and felt perfect at the time.
Fivethirtyeight's now-cast is a thing of beauty. (And the polls and polls-plus forecasts are pretty damn good, too.) Can we just have the election now please?
Wow. In the now-cast, Hilary has made up all the ground she lost starting in mid July, and then some.
fuck yeah peaches.
ooh I wonder if there will be plums this Saturday!! Or, if we're verrry lucky, pluots!!!
Ugh, and so it begins--the Blue Angels are practicing for this weekend's show, and it is so loud and adrenaline-making. It's fine if I'm watching the show, but when it's just suddenly "aaaaah super loud airplane noise coming at me!" Out of nowhere?? Hate.
NPR's Lourdes Garcia-Navarro is now calling herself Lulu Garcia-Navarro, and sure, I guess she has the right to call herself what she wants, but it confuses and disturbs me.
I hope Ofeibea Quist-Arcton doesn't change. And keeps reporting from Dakar.
