Middling Monday

 ...but I am hoping it will fade beginning November 20.

I hope that's a Freudian slip, Uncle Ken, and you were basking in the warm memories of the presidential election.  Otherwise, I'm stumped.

The past week has almost been pleasant due mainly to the removal of Trump's social media outlets; it should have happened much sooner but legal justification would have been dicey.  After the Capitol's incursion, not so much.

Anyhow, it's been a pleasure to watch the hot air balloon slowly deflate.  None of the recent events would have occurred if Trump had a shred of decency, honesty, or humility but that's not his style. A person could almost feel sorry for the guy and his shameful legacy.  Almost.  And as a non-drinker he can't even avail himself of the wise counsel of a sympathetic bartender.  I bet Uncle Ken has heard some sad stories but I think there is a bartender/customer confidentiality agreement in play.  I sure hope so.

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Forty minutes on a treadmill?  I'm impressed unless it's a walking pace.  If boredom is a problem and a good cardio workout is your goal I suggest spending some time on a rowing machine.  More muscle groups will be involved and you'll be gasping and dripping with sweat in no time; no way you'll do forty minutes in the beginning.  I saw a recent news clip that showed an old guy, in his 80s, who was deadlifting nearly 300 pounds.  Stay hungry, Uncle Ken!