My wife has a green thumb.

My wife has a green thumb.

The joint session of Congress certified the electoral college results over night. Joe Biden is our next President… again… still.
Now our government gets to take a bit of a nap to recharge after a bad day and then the Vice President and the cabinet enact the 25th amendment and remove Trump from power and the House of Representatives starts new impeachment proceedings… right?
Patches is fucking pissed.

It’s about 3:20 am. I got up to get a drink of water and while I was sipping I picked up my phone and checked Twitter. I’m not wearing my glasses so it’s hard to say for sure but it looks like there are a lot of happy Democrats tweeting things like, “minority leader McConnel” and, “you’re fired Mitch”.
Should I be excited?
CNN is projecting one Democrat win already, and the other has a slight lead.
I don’t want to get ahead of myself here but should I be excited?
Today is the day.
Today is the day when the first of my friends from my high school class (Tewksbury High, class of 1989) celebrates his 50th birthday.
Mike the bass player is 50 years old.
Damn, brother. We are OLD!
Happy 50th birthday, Mike.
Miss Patches is anxiously awaiting the election returns from Georgia.

I have officially named this little guy Sprout McGreenie.

Patches broke a nail. Ouch. Temporarily self-declawed.

Oh the sadness. It’s Monday again. Back to work. The holiday season is officially kaput. Now there is nothing on the event horizon except for the continuing saga of the trump cult’s farcically incompetent attempted coup d’etat.
Crud. When is 2021 gonna fix everything and make us all happy and stuff?
Remember when Star Trek Voyager had a hydroponic bay where they grew their own veggies and stuff?
Welcome to the Delta Quadrant, babie.
