Wednesday Post Without Title

Arisen this morning we did. 

Mornings on Substack are still awkward as we're not starting the day with, 'Good morning, Substack. This is your [Insert Day] reminder that Hamas chose war.' We need a new schtick. You know we have over 1350 followers there [Bravo. Let me slow clap you-Ed].

Over the weekend we got dragooned into neighborhood canvassing for Board of Ed elections. We walked Chindia, put some flyers in people's doorknobs, and then hit the gym. This was our third day in a row at the gym, strength-cardio-strength, and we were feeling it after all the walking. The body must needs rest. Hmmm....the weather will be nice this afternoon and it's been three weeks since our last Arturo Fuente. Maybe. 

So Hamas is slow walking return of the hostage bodies, and last night returned a body that was not Israeli. Jerusalem is considering its options. Trump is hopping mad. Hamas, this blog recommends against coming between Trump and his Nobel Prize. Also, now that Israel has all the living hostages back, Hamas has very little leverage. Israel Radar has a great article on the current situation. The situation is good...for al Yahud.  

FB says we posted this in 2013: 'Remember, in a month nobody will remember the shutdown/debt ceiling episode, but Obamacare will still suck.' Ah yes, that post came after several GOP legislative efforts to prevent Obamacare from going into effect. As usual the GOP lost. Failure theatre it's called and it's one of the how we got to Trump moments. Our prediction was right by the way. Obamacare sucks. 

Pointless nostalgia week...continues: Back again to 2005. We got up each morning around 6 AM (or the phone would ring and the Bernards' secretary would say the name of the absent teacher - we needed nor more info. We'd put on a nice pair of slacks, button down shirt and tie, and drove 20 minutes up to Bernards High School to our substitute teaching gig. We'd be home by 3:30 or so.

Almost right away that year, and we really mean the 2005-2006 school year, had a feel, a vibe. A soundtrack even. We were taking guitar lessons and could finally play some rock songs*. This is the year we rediscovered AC/DC. If we started A Line Through the Desert in 2006, Jake Bloom's favorite band would be AC/DC, not Led Zeppelin. 

DOGE report: We went through the Battle of Ardee chapter yesterday. Stuff's getting better. We've got about ten more pages to do. 

*When one learns guitar, no matter one's age or intent, one begins with First String Etude and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It's frustrating as hell. Now we rock. Ah....we miss that.