My mood was made somewhat brighter by the news of Dick Cheney's recent antics on the Senate floor. Depending on which reports are accurate, the Vice President has either approved of autoeroticism, or has not only approved of homosexual acts, but has offered to engage in one such with Senator Patrick Leahy. I don't expect him to come out in favor of same-sex marriage, though. He strikes me as the type who would confine his homosexual activites to casual encounters, and would expect all others to do the same. But who knows? If he is indeed coming out of the closet, he might eventually fall in love with some winsome, boyish junior Senator and, divorcing the Stepford Second Lady, flee to Cape Cod for a gay seaside wedding. Gosh, I hope I get invited! It's bound to be the social event of the decade!
No social events of any sort are in my near future. The closest I'm likely to get is if I have to make yet another appointment with the chiropractor. I'll know if it's needed by Monday. For now, I have to concentrate on getting through another dull but uncomfortable weekend. I think I'll start with sleeping as late as possible today.