We spent a good part of yesterday putting the house back together after the graduation party. Leftovers for dinner. No one wanted to turn on the stove in this heat.
We went to the gym yesterday, which wasn't all that much cooler than our house, to be honest. Last Saturday we got on the scale. It read 237 pounds. We were pleased, but suspected the reading was due to dehydration. Yesterday the scale once more read 237 pounds. That's it, that's the number. We admit to being impressed [You're not going to do your metric numbers joke, are you?-Ed]. We assure you there's nothing funny about metric numbers and socialism is no joke.
The Jews and Persians had a ceasefire when we went to bed. And then we awoke to see they didn't have a ceasefire. Whatever man. Bomb, bomb, bomb...bomb, bomb Iran.
Persian rhetoric has reached Arab levels of bellicoseness and grandeur. Reminder, the more bellicose the Arab's rhetoric, the more impotent is the Arab. We expected better of the Persian.
As we write this President Trump is calling on Israel to hold its fire. 'Israel, do not drop those bombs' he said. Trump is wrong. It happens. The president seems really pissed off. We don't blame him. So are we! See below.
Air Conditioning update.
We never did get a call back from management and are still scheduled for Wednesday, so far as we know. Last night the window units did the shut off, come back on after a while thing (which we like), but otherwise ran all day. We know, we know, so does the fridge. But it still bugs us. Everyone was tired and cranky at bedtime last night. The girls have depleted the Stroock Strategic Ice Reserve. Mrs. Stroock has ordered an icemaker.
Between eight and twelve tomorrow. No we are not pleased.
And so twitched the eye.
Someone on Substack called us a Nazi yesterday. We had to explain to this person that we're not eligible for membership. 'Sir, we've reviewed your application, and we see a few problems...'
What Will's Watching. We decided to find a new show to watch at bedtime and chose...Malcom in the Middle, the zany and quirky comedy about a genius kid and his family. Back in the day, we loved this show. We haven't watched a single episode of Malcolm in the Middle since it went off air in 2006. Malcolm in the Middle first aired in 2000. Imagine turning on the telly in 2000 and watching a show that first aired in 1975. Wow. Some things have changed. No smart phones. People are still reading newspapers. The internet isn't really a part of the family's life. Still, a lot of the show's atmosphere feels like today. Clothes and hair haven't really changed.
Malcolm in the Middle was about four comically destructive boys, their imperious mother trying to maintain order, and their goofy but ultimately loving and fatherly dad. Their one floor ranch home, though cramped, feels cozy and welcoming. It's far from perfect. The single bathroom (yikes) was last refurbed in the mid-80s. Rewatching on a 60 inch hi-def, we see all the dings and dents in the walls and doors. In 2000, Malcom in the Middle's chaos, amped up for comedic effect was a nice break from the teen and family dramas of the 1990s, and felt far more realistic.
DOGE report: We edited World War 1990: The Managua Campaign, some very good sessions there, and wrote a knew scene.
We are not yet prepared to go back to thinking about the Irish and their intractable troubles. Next week. Ready the whisky. July's gonna be really Irish.