…except for Mondays. I always know when it’s Monday. So here’s something to help me (and y’all) forget what damn day it is:
As The Englishman reminds me: 
Black oLives Matter.
And speaking of rioting assholes, a quick commercial message:
Back to the office:
Speaking of wannabe office-holders:
And other stupid gummint stuff:
And speaking of health, I have to go for a routine checkup later, so:
And finally:
I’d offer to hold them for her, but it’s really difficult running as a tripod.
And here we see the danger of un-gripped breasteses:
Now drive yourselves to drink work.
Seen recently:
She: I watched my first porn yesterday.
He: Well, did you like it?
She: I was so young then.
That’s a Facel Vega there.
Later edit.
I did a search on Facel Vega before I posted. I didn’t want to be embarrassed by an automotive mis-identification in this venue. That would be as bad as calling a 1911 a Hi-Power. There I read that Sir Stirling Moss, one of my childhood heroes, had owned one. Then I remembered his sister Pat had been a remarkable lady rally driver married to the Swedish legend rally driver Erik ‘On the Roof’ Carlsson for SAAB in the ring-ding days. Sir Sterling passed away earlier this year at the age of 90.