Mornin’ all! And a happy Moanday it is! Now 30 minutes after sunrise and the sun is hiding behind the puffy clouds over the water for a few more minutes yet. Then I’ll be chased indoors. NWS says its now 80/27 on the way to 89/32. I’ve been balconatin’ and caffinatin’ for about 90 minutes now while wearing (as usual) nearly nothing in the warm and cozy all-embracing tropical air. The day promises to be intermittently showery for somebody.
What do I put off? Damned near everything. Even stuff I enjoy. Dum-bass thing to do, but there you go. They say admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. I’m a whiz at that first step, but always seem to get stuck somewhere before the second step. IOW: “I’ll start working on my procrastination problem … tomorrow.” 
I never did get sheveled nor leave the apartment yesterday. I did end up cooking a nice scratch dinner at home, my first. A 16oz ribeye, a cob of elderly corn, and a decent start through a bottle of good Amarone. All enjoyed on the balcony. But true to form I started cooking at 8pm, while I actually prefer eating my dinners closer to 5pm. And the meal lacked the green veg and mushrooms to sauteé that I’d intended to buy at the store had I managed to shevel and leave the apartment. For want of a nail …
OTOH, at 11pm just pre-bed and with a couple glasses of wine aboard I did muster the gumption to get all my dinner cooking and eating mess cleaned up, everything into the dishwasher and started, stove & counters wiped clean, and the trash taken to the chute down the hall. So I guess I did leave my apartment after all, if only for two minutes. 
I despise waking up to some post-dinner wreckage. Such a dispiriting way to start the day. So once in awhile I can avoid procrastination. But that sure seems to be the exception that proves the rule. Sigh.
As a result of my slothage yesterday, my today now has 5 administrivia phone calls, 2 online actions, and three IRL errand stops. Plus the pilot pal I went to Panamá with will get home from irk later today and wants to meet for dinner and yaks in the late afternoon / evening. At least some of that shit won’t happen.
As to the last of y’all yesterday …
You’re praising the wrong aviation dude. But we both know what / who you meant.
My own formulation for this decidedly non-MPP topic is simple.
The hard right draws entirely from the cowards. They fear anything slightly different from their own narrow and crabbed experiences. Conformity is their highest virtue.
As a result they are putty in the hands of anyone willing to fan their fears. And they will approve of anything, anything that they are told will protect them from the bogeymen so carefully planted in their fear-filled brains. It’s not logic, it’s pure primitive fight-or-flight carefully stage-managed to drive them over an emotional cliff.
The general nature of humanity is that 1/4 of people are highly susceptible to this treatment and another 1/4th can be goaded into it given sufficient effort by their would-be leaders. We’ve now suffered through about 30 years of intense such effort here in the USA. Which effort is now bearing its baleful fruit in full measure.
As to this morning’s posts …
Nope. Wise caution IMO.
But …
As if July will be cooler than June? I know temperatures are kinda variable in the mid-latitudes; I sure lived that world both at work and in St. Louis for decades. But if I had to bet whether next week will be hotter than last week, I’ll take that bet for every day from now until about August 15th. I won’t win every one, but I’ll win most of them.
Late Aged MIL always wanted about $200 in fives. (She also loved BJs which is Costco by any other name.) By carrying only fives she was immune to the scam where you hand the clerk a 20 and they claim it was just a five. Something she’d heard about as another of those “con men prey on the elderly everywhere all the time” scare stories. This was back in ~1975 when she was a mere stripling of about 50 but was eagerly adopting the full stereotypical “senior citizen” persona as fast as she could manage. Somehow this one story reached into her very core and made her afraid; very afraid.
She also wanted to keep two blank checks. So of course she promptly lost one and confabulated that she’d written it to Walgreens for some COD delivery that somehow never got cashed. We found the missing blank check mooshed up in the back of her desk drawer after she’d died. We’d all pawed through the stack of random detritus and paperwork she kept in that drawer more than once, but had never taken absolutely everything out at once and opened every envelope within an envelope within an envelope. As her bookkeeper I knew it was never used and wasn’t greatly worried that it ever would be.
Sigh. I miss the old girl; at least in her condition before the last few months where she was increasingly losing it and (legitimately) scared shitless of that eventuality. She never approached anything like FCM’s MIL’s state, and for that we are grateful for our and her sake’s and deeply sympathetic to all the FairyChat’s for their ongoing ordeal. {{Hugs}} dear; you need 'em.
That is one of the finest descriptions I’ve ever read. Well done!!
All true.
But the rest of the story is they’re not predicting that it will rain on you. They’re predicting whether it will rain anywhere at all within about 50 miles of their office. So an area of almost 8000 square miles. If it rains at all in that space, they were right. Even if you couldn’t even see the cloud from wherever you are.
As to me …
It’s now late enough that telephone customer “service” is opening; time for me to get my adminstrivia in gear.
Cheers all!