no particular tomfoolery this April 1st

It’s a bland start to the month here on the farm. It’s cool and overcast, something I might normally rue in early spring, but I still have nine days to go before I hopefully get taken off light duty by my surgeon. A week from today I get a chest x-ray and two days later I tele-talk with said doctor. I feel fine and am breathing deeply, so fingers crossed.

March Madness has been a great distraction, even though the U. of Kansas bowed out early. I still have sufficient Louisiana roots to cheer for SEC teams, and Alabama has made the men’s Final Four. The LSU women will try for their FFour this evening, but they have to get past Iowa and its superstar Caitlin Clarke. My beloved San Francisco Giants started its season with some great offense but poor defense and spotty pitching. And so it goes.

Trump is generating his usual shitstorm, confirming on a daily basis that there is no depth to which he won’t stoop. His Bible gambit is laugh-out-loud pathetic, as was noted by SNL’s cold open. All props to James Austin Johnson for vividly capturing Aging Orange’s cloying desperation.

The Donald isn’t doing that well in real life, either. His ballyhooing of Truth Social’s IPO last week was a flash in the pan. It’s already lost a billion in value. After Biden’s blockbuster fundraiser that brought in $25 million, DJT said he’ll have one at Mar-a-Lago that will raise $33 mil. Sure it will.