The Impossible Christian

I had the “Impossible Burger” at yet another area fast food restaurant that will not pay me to mention their name.  (What’s up with that?)  Supposedly these burgers are so good that you will think it is “impossible” that they are meatless.  And I have to say, they are as good as advertised.  I took a bite of the patty by itself, and I ate the entire burger.  It was by no means the best burger I’ve ever had (pretty dry), but I did not feel like I was eating “healthy.”

And that’s a good thing, because I wasn’t.

College

We ship Kylie back to college this week.  It’s sad on multiple levels.  But it is part of the process of watching a young person grow up.  On the whole, it would be much, much sadder if it didn’t happen.  If I tell Tracie that enough times, maybe she will start to believe me.

Results

Do you watch those “Fix Your Failing Business” sort of shows?  Restaurants, hotels, whatever — they’re all the same.  People with failing businesses invite in an expert, listen to their informed and professional opinions, and then launch into a litany of reasons why things are just fine as is and why the expert is an idiot.

Relax

It was Election Day, and I had two choices.  I could go vote, then go to the office and pretend to try to get my work done when in fact I was just hovering over election “news” that came across my Facebook feed; or I could go vote, then take the day off and play board games with Tracie.  Guess which door I picked.

 

Election Day ruminations

 

So what have we learned this week?  Take whatever self-serving message you wish out of the election with regard to sexist voters, private servers, fainting spells, FBI investigations, Islamophobia, and universal health care.  We can all agree on one thing — and in retrospect, we should have seen it coming: a terrible candidate with a strong campaign beats a terrible candidate with a terrible campaign.