Tuesday. Overcast this morning, the weather cooler, but humid; they're saying the temperature will drop ten to fifteen degrees this week which is OK by me. They've been getting high temperatures of 105 to 107 degrees in places like Sacramento, which is why we all settled here near San Francisco. You stray out of this Bay Area comfort zone and you can never tell when you might find yourself in heat hotter than hell or run into a Bush Republican. But let's not let this excellent news of coming milder weather sink us into political depression. Depressions can become hurricanes and hurricanes live on the opposite coast not far from the nation's capitol. Which, Q.E.D., harbors many Bush Republicans.
The heat seems to have gotten to you.
I suspect you're right. We're very inclusive here, lots of diveristy, plenty of Republicans, although they tend to congregate to the east beyond the hills in the suburbs which led me to the rather weak weather from “hell” analogy. If I weren't tired this morning I'd trash this and start over.
You don't know any Republicans?
I know lots of Republicans, fine people, although they tended to support this damned war when we started it and some of them are still convinced there's nothing going on with “global warming”. That and the wall they're building along the Mexican border. They make good drinking companions, though, as long as you keep them off politics. Keep me off politics. Which isn't always possible.
So, things to clean up off my desk, calls to make, drugs to take: it's morning in Oakland. A later than usual morning in Oakland as I slept fitfully last night and awoke around nine.