Bad operator

Clouds are undependable.

All full of themselves: offering promises they can’t keep. Drama guaranteed – but not reliability.

I see you. All fluff and bluster with no action raining down. (© image)

And the clouds parted.

(You expect some words of wisdom now? OK will this do?)

Yes. (calendar image)

Who knew sunshine was endangered? 

  The Sunshine Protections Act  

The world is really lucky someone noticed. (Florida’s U.S. Sen. Rick Scott and Sen. Marco Rubio)

Maybe it’s not too late.

Maybe we can collect some of the remnants of vanishing sun, encourage and pamper it until strong again – and release it back into the wild during January when it’s really needed.

Of course a Congressional committee must be formed to find out who is responsible for the crisis.

No one wants to be left in the dark over these things.

“Do it for the children!” That usually works

Rubio’s trying that: “One small step we can take to help ease the burden of the COVID pandemic on families.”

Scott tags teams with “… more time for people to enjoy all Florida has to offer.” Like Disneyland. Kids love Disneyland 

Hesitant to point out ….you know you can get bullied so badly these days by not parroting the popular mantras…I though we were all into Following The Science (I think that’s a new game show). Changing the clock really doesn’t make any more or less sunshine…But will waiting on confirmation of that by the ones in charge before saying it too loudly…don’t want to hurt the feelings of the Fact Challenged.

Besides it’s dark enough here. That darn tornado requested never showed up.

(Can I reorder?)

(Background post: “Tornado, requesting direct hit”)

Sunset streaks across the sky over the lake (© image)

Blog operation note: I’m a bad blogger.

• Not replying to readers’ comments in a timely fashion
• Slipping invisibly through your posts without even leaving a calling card (“Likes” are so non-engaging, sort of disloyal. I waver about those. Sigh.)
• Disheartened – not with readers, or blogging, or really even WP. It’s worse.

Unfortunately the tornado approach didn’t work (Too risky calling up a hurricane even for this)

Still dealing with the Toxic One-who-shall-not-be-named. It’s draining, distracting, and disruptive.  Only for a bit longer. After that: then hasta forever. Adiós.

I escape outdoors as much as possible away from phone, texts, email, – and don’t even try tossing a rock over the fence with a note attacked – or ask a “friend’ to do so – or try borrowing a “friend’s” cell phone. On to all that.

It’s that much fun.

All I can say is “breathe”, Karma works, and I know there’s a God because treadmills were invented.

Thanks for wandering by. Hope all your clouds have humorous shapes and your stored data floats safe.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

The rest of the sunset ribbons wrapping eastward across the sky. Taken from the bridge leading to a small private island with gates. Clouds pay no attention to gates….well, maybe Bill Gates.(© image.)