I'm home, I'm happy.
My gosh I slept the sleep of the righteous last night. Or something. Whatever, I slept awesome.
I know how the expression goes, but I emphatically don't want to Sleep Like a Baby.
I slept like a baby once, when I was 18, by which I mean I woke up wet and crying twice. My first hangover.
Today is mostly playing catchup, as it always is. I slept late, waking up at 8am, and since I had been up for about 34 hours, I slept 10 hours. It was excellent. Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife wasn't complaining, as she rarely indulges herself in sleeping late.
It's only like 2pm right now. I've been hitting the to-do list hard already.
I've written here before that my wife has relatives here and a lot of friends who are illegals. Politically she's about as subtle as a hammer to the nose, so with the immigration crackdown, there's some serious wailing and gnashing of teeth from her side of the social circle this week given the sheer number of pictures of her in a Trump shirt and with her MAGA hat on. What can I say? I'm proud of her, but I also know to listen- she's lived under a military dictatorship, and at the end of that, she got to watch socialists rape and ruin her country, which I believe likely to be the wealthiest in the world in natural resources with perhaps the exception of oil, where they're merely in the top 5.
My wife is of the opinion that Pinochet was on to something.
She, and by extension me, are not on the ascendant this week in the social milieu. There's been a lot of phone calls with a lot of yelling. I don't know what they're saying, but they sound pretty soggy and hard to light.
The latest one just finished. I should go see who hates us now.
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