And so, it continues to rain, and evaporate, and humidify, and rain again. The grass has never been more lush--with poor Chet booking to keep up with the lawns he mows on a regular basis. Today was catch up on details day, and catch up I did. Plus, I had a nice visit with the Physical Therapist to the stars, Mr. Jim C. at the local PT Hut...and he whaled away on my ankle and it helped quite a bit. I have exercises and feel that this is truly the road to recovery. Amen to that...and thank goodness for the finishing touches that a physical therapist can bring to a surgeon's work. It is a remarkable world we live in.
Lots to do today from more work on Alex's apartment materials, birthday presents to buy, doctors to see, veterinarians to schedule, paying work to do and so on. It is amazing to me that we are hurdling into the long, Independence Day Weekend at 100 miles per hour without brakes...and the year is half done. The Solstice is behind us...and onward/onward/onward we go. I hope the weekend isn't spent catching up on the day we supposedly had to vacation.
I am delighting in Rachel Maddow's rants, raves and on point commentary on the Republicans who are going to run for President. The largest field of candidates, one more a character than the next...almost as if they were cast in their roles. It is going to be a wild year of talking heads and crazy comments about being an American, on what American is, and America. As much as I am wonderfully drawn (or maybe better, sucked) into this vortex, The saner part of me is suggesting that maybe I should just hide under my bed with my iPad and continue to read children's and young adult literature...and live on that island. Rachel's rant on Chris Christie and his world was remarkable last night. Take a listen on the Rachel Maddow podcast today. Fireworks. I might have to go for round two on that.