Friday night

Too long, too long since I wrote. Right now it's the hottest day of the year here - supposed to have been 99 today - and the electricity is off in 1/2 my apartment. David couldn't get it back on with the circuit breakers in the basement. Both of the landlords are "out of town" and not very pro-active. I got home and we figured out that part of the problem is that when the electricians re-wired to install the circuit breakers vs fuse boxes, they apparently mislabeled our apartment and the one upstairs. So when David flipped the main breaker, it did nothing to our apartment but turned off the juice in the apartment upstairs for a second. Then we learned that we still have fuses inside the apartment. There's a 100 amp circuit breaker for the apartment int he basement, but there's a 20 and a 30 amp fuse in the apartment. The 20 amp fuse blew. It supports 2 bedrooms and 3/4 of the living room. Can't run 2 tiny air conditioners at the same time - it'll blow the fuses.

Maine sounds better and better. And not just for a week once a year.

I saw Dr. R this week for regular check-up. She was happy and said I "looked great". I feel good, but I think I just look like me. Which I guess means just normally healthy. She deals with people going through chemo etc and often with less hopeful prognoses than mine. It probably is nice to see a normally healthy person who used to be grayish green from chemo poisons and puffy from steroids and now looks ... normal. Glad to make her happy to see me. I'd like to keep her that way.

Meanwhile, a pox on the government of the United States of America. Every single member of Congress and the President should be ashamed of themselves. Where are all their mothers when we need them. They need time outs. They need to be sent to their beds without dinner. They need to be made to go pick a nice snappy switch and then get themselves a good whippin on their bad asses with it. I'm sure the volunteer whippers would be lining up for miles. Most of all every single damn one of them needs to be booted out of "office" and made to go dig some ditches. For a decade or so. Don't we need someone to scrub the rust off bridges and highway overpasses with Brillo pads for the next 50 years or so? Then there's cleaning limestone buildings in the nation's capitol with toothbrushes. We can keep them busy I think. And USEFUL for a change.

I hope Michelle Bachman gets the Republican nomination. I might vote for her. If things are going to go to hell in a hand basket, let's just go ahead and get there sooner rather than dragging out the suffering, and do so in a way that no one can deny. Then maybe we can start doing something about it.

Maybe.

Peace.

Out.