Happy Friday, everybody. It’s a few minutes past 5 a.m., Sam is getting ready to go for his morning walk in the woods, and I’m trying to decide whether or not I’m hungry. (Quick decision: I am.) Fortunately there’s some lovely and interesting leftover food in the fridge right now, specifically: 1) a very juicy Sam-made cheeseburger; and 2) one slice of pizza.
I just asked Sam to nuke item #1 for me.
There’s
big yooge more stupid news from Washington, D.C. today. In a Rose Garden event this morning, the Orange Menace officially declared a
national emergency in order to hijack $8 billion designated for other government projects to pay for his medieval wall along the southern border … another attempt to appease his rabid base and right-wing media chorus.
Good luck with that, Donald! Not only is Trump’s funding scheme unconstitutional
— the House of Representatives is responsible for federal funds — the entire premise of a “national emergency” is complete BULLSHIT, especially if you talk to the mayors and citizens of towns along the actual border.
Not only will Trump’s “emergency” be delayed (and denied) by a lengthy court battle, it also will trigger likely impeachment proceedings in the House for Trump’s lawless attempt to over-reach his constitutional powers.
The sooner the better. Can we start right now, please?!
My fantasy wish-list for 2019 … to watch the FBI drag Trump out of the White House in handcuffs!
As I lie here today in my hospital bed — actually, I’m
always in my hospital bed — I’ve got a couple of substantial medical issues rising to the top of Friday’s Whine List*.
The Whine List is a new Howdygram feature that replaces my periodic (and intensely popular) Kvetch Report. Thank you.
I HAVE DIFFICULTY BREATHING. This time it started while my C.N.A. was here today. In the middle of my bath, for no reason whatsoever, I suddenly found myself
struggling for air. Leticia switched on my oxygen generator, handed me the cannula, and I was off to the races. Thank God for O
2 …
it’s like a cup of crushed ice in the middle of the desert! Lately I’ve been using oxygen about 70% of the time for reasons other than congestive heart failure, as both of my lungs are completely clear. I’m guessing it’s a panic attack, worry or anxiety.
I’M OFFICIALLY “FEEBLE.” I don’t know for sure what a medical definition of “feeble” would be, but I’ll explain my symptoms so you can decide for yourself. 1) I’m emotionally fragile; 2) I get weepy; 3) I feel limp, and I have an overall weakness now that’s both physical and mental; 4) my voice is hoarse and the volume is “anemic”; 5) I don’t feel strong enough or confident enough to hold a substantial conversation on the phone any more; 6) I forget
everything and can’t even remember what Sam told me five minutes ago; and 7) I think that’s enough.
Or maybe not. (I can’t remember.)
I’d like to squeeze in a quickie food review before I wrap up this post for the night, okay? If you’ve never tried
STOUFFER’S FRIED CHICKEN, you’ve been missing a delightful, substantial and really cheap ($2.28 at
Wal-Mart) microwaveable meal opportunity. The box contains a surprisingly large slab of battered white-meat chicken on a layer of mashed potatoes and tan gravy. It’s all nicely-seasoned but not very salty, making Stouffer’s Fried Chicken a pleasant meal option for elderly individuals like yours truly or your favorite grandmother with limited dental ability.
The Howdygram is fucking thrilled to award Stouffer’s Fried Chicken with our coveted
five-chopper rating. Please try a box sometime soon.
Thank you for reading this, and I hope you’ll consider spending spring break at the Alamo this year. It can be as much fun as Disney World if you’re into Davy Crockett.
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