When I got offline yesterday, I watched Meet the Press and read the paper. I watched a DVD and because of a timing difficulty between news and the DVD, I started reading at 9:15pm. I only read until 11:15pm because I was so sleepy. The alarm went off at 8am and I woke up fine, but I stayed in bed for almost an hour to figure out how to talk about the book I finished last night. Then after regular morning things, I checked the temp -- 81F -- and took the DVD to the post office. I also dropped by the grocery store because I hadn't realized we were so close to being out of snackies for the kitties. I showed a friend the picture of the cat like Junie and we talked about watermelon and I told her I really only want a slice at a time, and the grocery has bigger pieces. She said her grocery has watermelon on the salad bar, and sure enough, ours did, so I got that, too.
Spirit spit up on her bed by the time I got back, so I've washed, dried, and put it back together.
It turns out the trains are blowing their horns at night again because the Federal Railroad Administration lifted the ban. The city is trying to get it back. (third section)
There was an interesting article yesterday saying that Congress used to know how to investigate -- they made their own commissions and got things done. Now we have some of the same problems, but make outside commissions and nothing happens. There's examples of the older investigations.
We had two people kill four people over drugs and while that's a bad thing, the brother of the shooter said "That's not his character ... for him to do something dumb and stupid like that, like the selling drugs, I figured he would go out on a whim and do something stupid like that. But to do something as horrendous as [the killings], that's not him." We just hear that all the time from the families of criminals and it's obviously not true. I don't know why they don't just admit their relative really did kill someone.