Congratulations, Seahawks!

Is it just me? Or does the Patriots' quarterback look like he's sixteen?

I watched the HELL out of the halftime show!

Incredible!

I don’t know anything about Bad Bunny or his music. But that was a joyous performance. And I loved when he said “God Bless America”, he went on to name every country in the Americas.

I need that joy right now. That exuberance. That celebration. A little healing going inside right now.

Plus, the MAGAs are no doubt losing their shit.

We got to watch all of those staggeringly beautiful people. They watched Kid Rock.

Drinking a Spiced Rum Coco Martini tonight.

Spiced rum, chocolate liqueur, a dash of orange bitters, and a marischino cherry. Yummy!

Hope everyone is having a good weekend.

Did these "I'm done!" Republicans just now discover what a racist shit Trump is?

Thank you for the hearts!

Friday Night Rum Buzz. Ask me anything.

Two shots to get the party started. Now, a simple, traditional, classic Daiquiri. Rum, lime juice, and simple syrup. Yummy!

Busy day in clinic today. But a good day overall. Looking forward to the weekend.

I love you all…

Friday Night Vodka Buzz. Ask me anything.

Two shots to get the party started. Now, a Mind Eraser. Club soda poured slowly over vodka, poured slowly over Kahlua. No mixing. Yummy, and interesting. But I like mixed drinks better than layered drinks.

Had a monumentally awful day in clinic. No bad patients, no bad cases, just my vaunted time management plans shot to hell the minute we opened. The doofuses in the call center dumped four full physical exams on my schedule, none of them in the slots that make time management easy. My first patient was late, needed an interpreter, and ran into some insurance problems during registration. So I was an hour behind schedule by the time my first visit started.

The day only went downhill from there.

I need a drink. Fortunately, I have one. Hope you do too. Looking forward to a relaxing weekend.

I love you all…

I'll say one thing for Pam Bondi:

She sure looks the part. Put her in an SS concentration camp guard uniform, and she would blend in perfectly.

That pinched, scowling, bitchy face. It’s a role she was born to play.

And let’s hope it gets her hanged, like her heroes…

I've never needed a drink more than I do right now.

Having a smoky Martini. Gin, single malt Scotch, and a dash of dry vermouth.

Mrs. Aristus is here, so I’m not going to go all-out, full-bore, balls to the wall drunk. But I sure want to.

I don’t know how much longer I can go on with things being this way.