It's about one o'clock in Mid-America, and I'm looking forward to a nap. Actually, that would be tomorrow's afternoon nap. That's how engaged the Waveflux staff is today, folks. We're at DEFCON 12 or 20 or even higher.
This is the pleasant lull brought on by the intersection of several currents: the glorious fact of a Friday, with mere hours between myself and the start of the two-day work furlough program called "the weekend"; the virtuous muscle aches testifying that you worked out yesterday and now need only rest and recover as recommended by fitness experts the world over; the bliss that comes from not caring, for the moment, that there are fellow citizens foolish enough to not care that the NSA is tracking their every phone call. Even though these are the same geniuses who thought Saddam Hussein was responsible for Pearl Harbor, stupidity isn't against the law.
I imagine they'll figure it out all by themselves. By then, of course, they'll already have agreed to the implantation of digital rectal GPS devices, mandated by Presidential Executive Order #386745648632. (Note to self: invest in personal lubricant technology stocks. The boom years are just ahead.)
In the meantime, I'm just going to relax and consider the best use of my deserved leisure time.
(Yawwwnn...cross-posted...murmur, mumble...zzzzz)
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