Friday

Grocery day. And a new level of heat: weltering. One walks through a heat that seems to have something of the consistency of water ... ... A break, a break: Pop is going to Kay's place. I have a feeling it might only be for tonight, maybe to get her groceries, but I will take anything. These days I am starving for crumbs ... ... Krugman: 'Recently Avik Roy, a leading Republican health-policy expert, had the personal and moral courage to admit what liberals (and political scientists) have been saying for years: “In reality, the gravitational center of the Republican Party is white nationalism.”' [NYT] ... ... "Jockey" boxers, yeah, these are the good ones. I don't care for the buttons on the dick-flap, but at least that means my dick won't be hanging out. They are probably a little pricey. Actually, I don't suppose I even need to put on shorts. These boxers are fine as they are. No pocket, but -- oops! That is a problem. That's where I put my little gold book. Well, maybe I can refrain from the comfort of having a book on hand at every second of the day. It's a rare treat these days when I get the house to myself and can walk around in boxers. Pi says, "Pop will be back tomorrow?" No, he said Sunday. Thank god! Just the thought of it feels good ... ... No afternoon snack today. We will enjoy a steak dinner instead. After a good wank & a shower & a nap & some news-harvesting on the Internet, I am starving! ... ... Hillary: "Friends don't let friends vote Trump!" One can get the impression that the Trump campaign is at risk of imploding. His poll numbers are beginning to slide, but it is not looking like a one-sided contest yet. Being within ten points of each other looks competitive enough to me. I am inclined to think that the debates with be the thing, which will either let all the air out of Trump's campaign, or else make this a real contest ... ... The problem with a big early dinner is that it is only a quarter after eight, and I am already beginning to feel tired and woozy and a little out of it, like I should start thinking about going to bed to sleep, though if I were entirely serious about that, I should probably force myself to hold out until nine at least, so that this meal might be well into its digestion ... ... Well, that's a bummer. I was posting a couple of Elvis-related YouTube videos on my fun blog, and I see that the videos are no longer showing. At least the link to the YouTube page is still there, but it certainly takes away a lot of the charm of being able to go to my fun blog and play videos. I'm hoping that it's temporary, but it feels like I might as well hope to young and handsome when I wake up tomorrow ... ... I was wondering why I was hearing wind chimes. I open the patio, and then I can hear it raining. Sammy was waiting to come inside. There's nothing in the forecast for tonight, but I had heard there was supposed to be a chance for rain tomorrow, and so it is forecasted. I guess it's true, and it has come early. We can use it. It's not raining hard, but I'd like to get Ash and Coco in - even though I can probably forget about getting a good night's sleep. Today's 'weltering heat' is doubtlessly a factor in this.