I rolled over and looked at the clock at about 2:30 this morning, and when, after a minute or two, I realized it wasn’t Sunday, I literally felt sick to my stomach. That’s pretty bad. And if Paul Ryan has his way, I’ll have to keep doing this until I drop dead (or, worse, wind up rotting in some nursing home). Yes, these are the thoughts that fill my head on Mondays. Actually, it usually starts at about 3:00 on Sunday afternoon.

On the bright side, there’s a winter storm headed east, and once again it’s supposed to stay well to the south of us. Still, this winter just doesn’t want to give up. It’s supposed to get up to 40 or so today, which isn’t too bad. I’m not really looking forward to hot weather, but I would like to get my fencing done so the dogs can go out in the back yard.

I saw that John Roberts’ lesbian cousin scored tickets to the big SCOTUS “is banning gay marriage constitutional” thing. She’ll be attending with the woman she hopes to marry some day if cousin John and his buddies give her permission.

Sounds like a good idea for a modern family type sitcom. Conservative Supreme Court Chief Justice and his lesbian cousin and her partner spend weekends hanging out at the family camp in northern Virgina as pals Fat Tony Scalia, Clarence “Token” Thomas, former VP Dick Cheney, and Stewie from Family Guy stop by to do some “duck hunting” and the hilarity ensues.

Scalia plays the classic Archie Bunker crotchety old white guy, Cheney is constantly plotting world domination with Stewie, and Thomas is constantly coming on to Roberts’ cousin and asking if he can shoot video of her and her partner and “maybe get a three-way going.”

Oh well, time to get to work.