cats and glories

it's the Friday before Labor Day. in some circles that is a big deal. in my own personal circle, not so much. just another day in the land of goofy shit except it's Friday. the ancient and cloistered monks of the Branch Divided Order and Food To Go Monastery will chant on a Friday their Friday chant...
Fryday...Fryday...Fry-iii...Fryday. you can go there if you like and check it out for yourself. be sure to arrive on a Thursday evening so as to be ready when the monks chant really early on a Friday morning.
So it's Labor Day weekend and people will load up and head for their favorite get away from it all spots and do whatever it is people do when they get away for a Labor Day weekend. come Tuesday the day after Labor Day we'll read stories about how some cracker-ass bozo killed himself and his family while drinking heavily and driving around on an atv. OR some cracker-ass bozo will kill the campers next door for singing 'coom-bye-yah' way to loud late in the evening and the aforementioned cracker-ass bozo is plastered shit-faced stupid, doesn't like the singing of 'coom-bye-yah' at any time, and he's also carrying a loaded AR-15 that cracker-ass bozo has been dying to give it a test drive. or fire. remember, it's not guns that kill people. it's the bullets fired from AR-15's that kill people. Especially on a liquor-fueled Labor Day weekend. livin' in amerika... that's a James Brown song. okay so, now that I've laid all the necessary groundwork for a holiday weekend, here's some Friday artistry to sooth the savage drunk.
really big kitty -

morning glory flowers that are suitable for laying on cemetery plots when necessary -

all foolishness aside, have a safe holiday and remember after Labor Day there are only two yes count them two months until Election Day. it's going to be one brutal stretch.