Dire woof

Winter is coming! Also, Interbike.

Winter is coming! Also, Interbike.

I dreamed the other night that I was racing cyclo-cross, and doing pretty well at it, too, which was how I could tell it was a dream.

Sleep has been in short supply lately, with Herself off visiting friends in England. The menagerie is used to her schedule, not mine, and if you can sleep through reveille as sounded by Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment), I regret to inform you that you died during the night.

Thus, instead of dozing until 6 a.m. I’ve been up and at ’em around 4:30, not least because Mister Boo has been suffering the usual separation anxiety, which manifests itself in peeing in the house and bouts of diarrhea alternating with constipation.

Also, and too, sniveling. Nobody snivels like The Boo. He wants that lady who gives him things, and I’m sure he suspects that I have finally driven her away for good, perhaps to some other, younger Chin with two good eyes and no incontinence issues.

Once everyone’s gotten fed and watered, I’ve been logging in at Live Update Guy with about half the voices in my head still clearing their respective throats. This annoys my colleague Charles Pelkey, who like me enjoys a quiet hour to himself in the morning and has come to expect me and my diagnoses to arrive 7-ish.

After a few hours of Vuelta bloggery I’ve lost interest in other blood sports, like politics, though it’s impossible not to notice that Hillary seems hellbent on topping Fritz Mondale, Michael Dukakis, Al Gore and John Kerry in the Worst Democratic Candidate for President In My Lifetime Sweepstakes. I’ve rarely seen a coronation go so horribly sideways, and I’ve watched all five seasons of “Game of Thrones.”

Speaking of the White Walkers, Interbike starts next week, which probably explains why I woke up no fewer than three times last night, the final time with the Son House version of “John the Revelator” playing in my head, which, surprisingly, remained attached to my neck.

I should be in tip-top shape by the time I hit the show floor in King’s Landing with the Adventure Cyclist mob. Hey, those aren’t bags under my eyes, pal. Those are panniers.

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6 Responses to “Dire woof”

  1. Steve O Says:

    It’s entirely possible that, come next November, not a single petson will to vote.

    And once again, we will crown the runner-up loser as the next president.

  2. Steve O Says:

    How do four legged critters with no pockets, wrists, or grandfathers still seem to know precisely what time it is, provided we’re talking the chow, pee, or nap variety?

  3. khal spencer Says:

    I’m really worried that the Donks may manage to pull off the biggest fuckup since the 1984 and 1972 elections. How can a party be so bankrupt?

  4. Ryan Says:

    Gosh I hope HRC doesn’t get into a tank……

  5. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Steve O might be right. And without a big turnover in Congress, the next president won’t be able to do shit anyway. Four more years of the same ole same ole is good for the 1% running this show. Free money from the Fed, and churn the shit out of the gambling house they call Wall Street. Watch your wallet guys and gals. As Patrick has said, these assholes would steal the pennies off their dead mother’s eyes. And they want it ALL!

    I’m convinced that Duffy has a pocket watch to time his meals and walks. I just can’t find his pocket. Every afternoon at 1:30 he comes over to us and gives us the look. Feed me!

    Have a safe trip to Sin City. Will Herself be back to watch over the critters?

  6. Larry T. Says:

    The Rethugs are facing an even worse scenario, no? The right-wing establishment fears Trump’s ideas like taxing the rich and providing healthcare for all while the Latinos fear Trump and his deportation fantasies. Behind him they have the rest of the clown car less Rick Perry. I’d kind of like it to come down to Sanders vs Trump..imagine those debates!!!
    Meanwhile La Vuelta served up a textbook example of how to win a stage race yesterday. Love ’em or hate ’em Astana showed how it’s done. Not a bad year for young Mr. Aru – 2nd at Il Giro, 1st at La Vuelta.
    See ya in Sin CIty!!!

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