Buy gas for lawnmowers.
Get tractor running and all tires inflated.
Cut down trees in lily of the valley bed
Drag branches to curb
...then cut the firkin' grass.
Tomorrow, I'm going to do all that.
Today, however, I'm exersted (which is a combination of "exhausted", "exercised", and "overexerted"). We got to bed at a reasonable time last night, but I was awakened at 4 AM by the stupid cat, who decided to a) lay down on my head, and b) wash himself. After throwing him out of bed (not literally) I was wide awake and needed to hit the can and get a snack, so I did all that and then flopped around for about forty-five minutes before I fell asleep again. Argh etc.
Then, as I was leaving for work, the old gut sounded the "warp core breach" alarm, so I had to hit the can again, which meant I was leaving some ten minutes late; despite the best efforts of the other drivers on the road I managed, just barely, to get to work on time. Things were busy, and I didn't get out until seven minutes after the appointed time.
Now I am home, still tired, and desperately needing to have a lie down.
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So Rahm won the runoff in Chicago, and he's facing a $600 million budget shortfall, entirely due to public sector pensions.
"Chicago," Denninger points out, "doesn't have $600 million bucks." They can't increase property taxes without causing a taxpayer revolt, and whatever scheme they come up with to generate income isn't going to be running in a year, certainly not well enough to generate that kind of money.
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Is Greece really at the end of the road now? I gave up trying to predict when Greece was finally going to blow up, because so many governments and banksters were trying to forestall it by any means necessary. (Including pretending real hard.) It'll be interesting to see how all this plays out, but I'm confident that it's not going to end well.
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Anyway, that's what I've got, and now I'm going to go flop.