I was going to swim tonight. Earlier today, I thought that I might have to work late, and then I didn’t. So I drove home in the sultry early June sunshine, just imagining the first plunge into the cold water (yes, the water is cold again) and then the quiet and cool of the lap lane for 600 meters or so.
The thunder started just a few minutes after I walked in the door. Thankfully, I hadn’t changed yet. I was a little disappointed but then I thought about all the things I could accomplish with the extra hour that I’d save by not going to the pool.
I started folding laundry and paying bills and prepping dinner and watching the news. Yes, all four things at once. Then Senator John Thune showed up on a news broadcast, helpfully explaining that his North Dakota constituents need AR-15s to shoot prairie dogs and other pests. “What?” I thought. “How big is a fucking prairie dog? Are they armed? Do they shoot back?” South Dakota, I thought--who knew that it was so dangerous there, what with Tony the Prairie Dog Montana brandishing an assault rifle and screaming "Take a look at my little friend" to some poor innocent landowner of the Plains. And so I made this:
Yes, I know. That took 15 minutes. In 15 minutes, I could have crossed off a whole bunch of to-do list items. On the other hand, I literally cried laughing when I was making this, and that’s 15 minutes well spent. No one laughs at my jokes like I do.
Forecast tomorrow: Sunny, low 80s. It should be a good swimming day.
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