It's Monday....oh wait...

It’s Tuesday September 4rth. Ya know what this means? YES, it’s Primary Day here in Massachusetts Jay Gonzalez, (former Secretary of Administration and Finance for Deval Patrick), and Bob Massie, (an activist who works on issues like corporate accountability, social justice, and climate change), are running for the Dem nomination for governor. Both dudes are talented and qualified but, of course, I’m partial to Massie. I like the cut of his jib and shit.

Running against incumbent Republican Gov, Charlie-I’m-not-as-bad-as-Trump-Baker is Scott Lively, the rabidly homophobic (the Nazis were riddled with GAYS and this is why they were so mean!) preacher (of course!) who somehow escaped the mental ward.

Baker will win the Republican candidacy. For that matter, sadly, he’ll be Gov again. Not bad for a dude who, just eight years ago, rocked a Trump temperament AND, in this very science oriented state, claimed to be a global warming “agnostic."

An aside: Do these very public Republicans actually, truly believe ANYthing or are their deep, heartfelt beliefs entirely keyed to what will advance their careers and get them elected.

Nevermind – I know the answer.

Other states with primaries this month? Delaware on September 6th, New Hampshire on the 11th and Rhode Island September 12th.

Meanwhile, here in Valhalla Central, Jen and Oni are having a vaca up in Maine. They’re sightseeing, eating a lot of seafood and just generally chilling the fuck out. Poor Skitter, the most pronounced of introverts, has BIG SCARY ME coming in to lay out the brekkie and din-din spreads. Jen and Oni have been gone since early Sunday morning and I’ve yet to lay eyes on this molto insular kitten. Her food bowls are completely empty everytime I go in though so, while her shunning pierces my fee-fees through and through, at least she’s taking sustenance.

AND my big Western adventure – ya know, where I meet Sky (SQUEEEEEEEEEE!) and get a tour of his high desert – begins the day after tomorrow! I board the big, Portland-bound bird at 3:53 PM on Thursday.

This means, of course, that I now have just two days and six and one half slim hours left to lose ten pounds, revitalize my skin, stop farting, clean up my goddamn language, boost my languorous energy levels and become an entertainingly interesting person.

CAN SHE DO IT!?

Emmmmm, I’m not really counting on it.