I woke up yesterday, or maybe the day before, feeling better than I had in a long time.
This morning, Teddy and I got up too early, so it’s hard to know exactly how I feel compared to yesterday. It was my fault: I visited the bathroom at 3 am, tried to be quiet, but you can’t fool those keen dog ears.
I can tell you that I’m bloody sick of political news. Republican complaints about Biden’s Executive Orders are already mounting, and it’s same old/same old.
Misstatements abound. For example, stopping the Keystone Pipeline would result in the loss of 1,000 permanent full-time jobs and about four months of temporary jobs, not one million. Hardly a blip on the country’s growing rate of unemployment.
The deluge of made-up “facts” continues, too. A right-wing bimbo was forced to recant her absurd claim that a $15 minimum wage would result in a $38 burrito. In the real world, Taco Bell told PolitiFact, “at our company-owned restaurants in New York City, where the minimum wage is $15 an hour, our Bean Burrito is $1.89 plus tax.”
I heard both Romney and Rubio on Chris Wallace’s show yesterday. It was striking to note how the former came across as an adult and the latter as a juvenile whiner. Maybe Ivanka would be a better choice for Senator after all.
Meanwhile, I’ve lost or misplaced a slipper and a face mask accessory. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they were buried under paperwork somewhere.