Wednesday. In the old underground comix biz the basic rule was you didn't call a cartoonist before noon as most of them routinely worked late into the night. Not a bad schedule if you can set your own schedule and I'm seeing my own drifting toward working later and awakening by what this morning was eight: getting up, bathing and ready for reality by ten. Seems to work. The early morning is funkier and slower for me than the evenings when my spirits rise as the day goes along. We're into upbeat around here, no need to talk myself out of it.
I watched most of the Petraeus sessions before Congress yesterday and today and followed up much of what was said on the news after it was over. I guess we're there until March at which time I suspect the outcomes available to us will have become only too obvious. I still have this bad feeling about Iran and Bush's intentions of unleashing the air force. Like watching a bad science fiction movie except the badly done fiber glass aliens are not only real they're running the country.
No more of that!
That's probably the downside of having all this available time now that I've retired. Who in their right mind would listen to both days of the Petraeus business? Makes you crazy, although I'm feeling more and more like getting away from the computer and the radio and tackling one of these projects I've been mumbling about. That computer with the now fixed power supply, for instance. Something for this evening, perhaps? Maybe leave the fireworks at Mr. Greenwald's blog over at Salon.com for an evening, no more reading things that get my blood pressure up? No sake either, of course. Hard to put a computer together after you've waded into the fermented rice.