I naively thought I would be able to write a full-blown Saturday post this week. (Sounds like a contagious disease, doesn’t it?) What the hell was I thinking? We had one of our largest and best Muses open houses Thursday night. The two don’t always go together but this year they did. A good time was had by all, but the cleanup was extensive.
Oscar is still mad at me as of this writing. He and Della are all like: what the hell were you humans thinking? Beats the hell out of me. The worst is over for the kitties, subsequent gatherings will be smaller. That’s life on the parade route.
Despite the buzz in my ears and the fuzz over my eyes (if such a thing is possible) I have a theme song. It’s a song about Carnival from some Midwestern blokes. Here’s a Cheap Trick twofer, live and studio:
Carnival is always a great release from the real world. I, for one, really needed it this year. My Twitter feed is full of CPAC chatter. I hope Trump’s presence there will finally convince the alt-left irrendentists that his gestures to them are as meaningless as everything else that comes out of his big fat bazoo.
That’s it for now. I’ll repent for spending this week in the Carnival bubble the next time around. I’ll give the last word to a very young Cheap Trick.