Bad day. Lousy day at work, more lousy news on the domestic front. And doubtful I’ll be home in time to see Senator Smoosh and her underlings before they’re all asleep.
Only one thing to do.
Turn to some wonderfully awful pseudo-80s British pop.
(Goes my heart.)
[A CLARIFICATION: by “domestic front,” I mean our great nation, the United States of America, and not Casa Peterson specifically.
Things there are, as always, beyond idyllic. ]