The bottle of Maker’s Mark had been sitting on the shelf for months, unopened, a testament to the fact that I can have good booze in the house and not feel compelled to indulge at the drop of a hat.
But after the president spoke tonight to his administration’s alternately pathetic and misguided response to COVID-19, I broke the wax seal, opened the bottle, and poured a shot over ice.
November cannot come soon enough. In the meantime, thank G-d for good bourbon.
Warming up on the calf-raises at 6:30am. Started a year ago at 35 lbs, up to 85 lbs.
Why the locomotive on my workout clothes? Because it’s my train-ing shirt, of course!
#traingeek #foamer #ferroequinologist
I had to laugh at and share this shot, because in it I look like I textbook combination of my parents.
While this provides some assurance that my family tree is as advertised, it is also a bit frightening: I look like my parents did when I was a teenager.
Ah, well: aging beats the alternative.
I love Star Trek and Star Wars. Equally.
But I am not signing up for Disney+ just to watch The Mandalorian any more than I was prepared to pay for CBS All Access just to watch Star Trek: Discovery or even Picard.
I will wait for Blu-Ray.
Thank you and good morning.
The wife and kid have been in China for four days. I’ve been alone and on vacation the whole time.
After one day I was talking to myself. After three days I was talking to my wife’s stuffed animals. At the end of four full days, they had personalities.
It was at that point I realized I needed human companionship, got dressed up, and spent the day hanging out at the club talking to real people. That, and a couple of Manhattans, brought me back.
It’s cold outside. It’s cold inside. I’m alone at home and am not only too cheap to fire up the forced-air heater, I actually kind of like this: it’s like camping indoors.