Updates for a Cold Second Thanksgiving

The womenfolk are preparing Thanksgiving number 2. We're scheduled to eat around 1 PM.

As of this writing infections are up in New Jersey, deaths are down and the infection rate is at 1.22. That's before the Nu and Omicron variants hit our shores. Or is it? This blog has remarked before that we're all going to get the vaccine or were all going to get the Wuhan Virus from Wuhan China. We got the booster last week. But we're all going to get the Wuhan Flue from Wuhan China anyway, aren't we? 

Oh look, Joe has suspended flights from Africa. Not surprising. Joe has always been a racist, racist to his core. Heh, remember when he slammed President Trump for doing the same? We're thinking we'll have to cancel out summer foreign travel plans again. Joe said he'd shutdown the virus, but he hasn't. Failure, as Powerline points out.

It's worth repeating, we've been to places without a mask that you wouldn't believe. Schools, doctor's offices, vaccine clinics. This ends when we, you, I, say enough. It's time to toss Anthony Fauci out a window, metaphorically speaking. Defenestrate that metaphorical and literal Lilliputian. Defenestrate with extreme prejudice. That malignant tumor opens the fridge, the light turns on and he starts talking.

We don't mean to be flippant, but just a few generations ago it was widely expected that the winter would kill thousands and thousands of the elderly and weak. Pneumonia was 'the old man's' friend. Fauci doesn't understand that everything can't be controlled, miniature freak.

We had a solid run at the gym yesterday. This morning we are sore, but in a good way.  However, of late we're running between 3.5 and 3.8. We can't get any closer to 4.0. Fatigue has set in. This weekend marks two months since we began our two runs a week, two lifts a week program. We've seen great results. Overall, we weigh less than we did 15 years ago.

Updates on the things.

We looked at The Final Storm not at all. 

The Great Nuclear War of 1975 is heading to the editor tomorrow night. We may or may not do a few things to it this weekend. At some point one must needs be done. One must declare, 'There! I said it!'

We'll be working this weekend on The Great Salvation of 1976's Alaska chapter. We already worked on the first chapter. Originally, we didn't think we needed a cabinet meeting to set things up. But after reading through the chapter, we need a cabinet meeting to set things up. Can we get the MS ready by the end of the month? This feels ambitious, no?