Notes From The War Room

I watched almost all of the Inauguration Events today and I'll have to say, The Donald earned my respect.  He didn't pull any punches with the Clinton-Obama-Biden-Harris Coterie.  He called them out on all their ridiculous policies and detrimental actions, and they had to sit there and take it.

He has plans for immigration, energy, the economy, military strength, the evils of DEI and CRT, and government corruption.

I hope he can take back our Canal and reinstate the American Canal Zone.   I hope he pardons the 6 January folks.  I hope he renames the Gulf and Mount McKinley.

I hope he can return this country to common sense thinking.  Tonight was a good start.

Since Simona's tennis career's sad and terrible destruction, I have been searching for another player to be My Player.

Emma Navarro seems a good choice.  She grew up in Charleston, played at University of Virginia, and became the NCAA Champ in 2021.  She's already ranked Number 8 in the World.

I like her no-nonsense style of play and mental toughness.

If she gets past Kasatkina tomorrow morning, I expect she'll have to play Iga in the Quarter Finals.  Whew!

I still hope Simona returns, but I don't think it will happen.

I do not like waiting.  I never have.  I like getting things done.  I'm aggressive about it.

Sitting around waiting on lab results is particularly painful.  I feel great but I know there's a good chance I'll be going back into surgery, meaning more recovery.

Whatever it is, I can handle it.  I will handle it.

Let's figure this shit out and get it done so I can live my life.

Notre Dame and Ohio State.  Now, there are two teams that I couldn't care less about.  Yawn.

I'm guessing that I'll go to bed at Halftime.

Way to go Texas and Georgia; you couldn't do it could you?  Says the Auburn Fan.

I dutifully began the first season of Dune Prophecy on the first day of release.  I watched the second episode the next Sunday, two days before surgery.  While in the ICU, which was a long and terrible week, I tried to watch the third episode.

I was not in the mood.

Through the pain, drugs, and extreme discomfort, I lost interest.  "This is not for me," I thought  I returned to it last week and love it.  I'm almost finished.

Highly Recommend.

The same thing happened between me and Silo.  I need to revisit.

Just when I had accepted that I hade to do another MRI, a Pulmonary Function Test, and a Thyroid Biopsy, Weather!  We're getting hit with a pretty significant snowstorm tonight and tomorrow and UVA began rescheduling my appointments.  Smart Business.  I'm certainly not going out in this shit.

I'm such a Poor Little Old Man these days.