To deepest and darkest Hell with everything associated with politics and "public affairs" this evening. I had my 6-weeks'-post-surgery appointment with the orthopedist today, and it seems that I'll be starting physical therapy (for the second time) late next week ... and I expect I'll be pretty cautious about it, too, this time.
Meanwhile, we old guys who have our recorded music on old media (vinyl LPs and compact cassettes) sometimes find that we don't listen to it anymore, due to a lack of functional playback equipment, until we re-purchase it in digital form. That's costly, but it has its unexpected rewards. It had been years since I'd heard Steely Dan's wonderful album Gaucho, until I reacquired it and it showed up via UPS this week. Wow ... those drug-crazed rogues certainly built some ravishingly-beautiful tunes!
... I'll drop him near the freeway,
Doesn't he have a home? ...
Have a weekend, you-all.