Doomy Doom & Doom

What a morning to have a gout attack. We were dreaming about our left ankle hurting and then we woke up to our left ankle hurting. Weird. We nuked it with colchicine and cherry juice and are on the mend. No plans to cancel today's gym appearance, unless we decide to do something really stupid like crack open a bottle and light an Arturo Fuente becuase...

After nuking the gout we drove to our prostate MRI (+12 PSA level. Readers should just go ahead and google that). We were not prepared for how narrow the enclosing machine was. Took us a couple of minutes to gut check ourselves into the thing. But gut check ourselves into the thing we did. Twenty-eight minutes overall. The machine was loud; with lots of clunks and beeps. The time went by fast, actually. We'll hear back in a day or two, they say. 

There is no sugarcoating the Iran deal. It sucks. The Iranians outmaneuvered Trump and art of the dealed him. We don't understand why he let this happen. The deal is bad from Iran to Hormuz to Lebanon, where Trump will now exert maximum pressure upon Israel to stop fighting and withdraw. Anything else is wish casting. 

We'll do a less doomy post tomorrow. 

Yesterday we were remiss in not mentioning a family birthday. Devotee's will recall our Mississippi born, Louisianna raised grandmother, Hannah Marx Eisman. Her namesake was born 26 years ago yesterday. Let's just say, there's an eerie family connection from Beyond the Grave. In any event, the readership will celebrate appropriately.