What a fun Thanksgiving it will be at the Cheneys. Mary and Liz feuding, mom and dad taking the only side that matters — the one that plants the family flag in the U.S. Senate — and a lot of furious glances over the cranberry sauce, I’d wager.
I hesitate to draw conclusions from the sketchy information we have now. A Facebook post, a one-paragaph statement and a floundering political campaign. Maybe the Cheneys are like battling pundits on a cable yak show, yelling at one another until the red light goes off, at which point they grab a drink together and laugh about bread and circuses. Or maybe both daughters are chips off the old block. One worked for her father’s election, knowing exactly what the national platform was. Another sat at dad’s other hand, and is now trying to gain a Senate seat, while a good case can be made that she’s a carpetbagger.
A good case can be made that even if the family is tearing itself apart? Where’s the harm.
So, how was your Monday. I had an MRI. No, I don’t know what it turned up, if anything. The technician just runs the machine and burns the CD. I concentrated on holding as still as possible, breathing deeply and thinking about nothing. I’ve always envied people who can do that — think about nothing. I’d love to have a deeper relationship with yoga, but I can barely concentrate on the breathing, let alone the chakras. I did OK on the MRI, though. Maybe that’s my relaxation workout — the MRI.
Ugh, I’m tired. A few notes, though:
More on the Cheneys, from Slate.
A TV news station calls for viewer pictures of Sunday’s bad weather. A viewer submits one, and it’s posted. Not only is the tornado a fake, so is the UFO and Bigfoot.
And that’s it for me. Good Tuesday.