I suppose it’s superfluous to point out that the very same leaders, managers, and experts who insisted on shutting down the world back in 2020, even if it meant saving just one life, are now virtually all on board the “let’s have a great big war” train.
I have nothing but respect for roofers. I spent a day shingling a 4x3-meter shed roof, and I cannot tell you how relieved I was to come down from the roof at the end of that day. Not because I suffer from any acrophobia but because roofing is demanding work. On the one hand, nailing shingles to boards is easy. On the other hand, the prolonged kneeling, squatting, craning, and climbing is quite taxing, to say nothing of the heat the shingles emit after the sun reaches a certain point in the sky. I have shingled many roofs in my time, and it never gets easier! I could not imagine doing that kind of work day in, day out. So, hats off to all the roofers in the world!
The five new 12-week-old pullets I ordered in winter arrived last week. I set them up in a separate part of the run, and they appear to be doing great; however, they refuse to go into their coop at dusk and do everything short of tunneling to join the adult flock in its coop. I had to pick them up and carry them in the first five nights. I now coax them into the coop with my hands, but it would be much more convenient if they went in alone. Kids these days!
I guess it rarely occurs to most conservative, reactionary, counter-revolutionary types that August Comte inherited the idea of society über alles from traditionalist stalwarts such as De Maistre and De Bonald.
People avidly hire life coaches when they should be seeking a reputable death coach.
Professional development sessions must fall under the jurisdiction of an incessantly malevolent class of demons specializing in ennui, inanity, torpor, and mindnumbing team-building starter activities. Has anyone out there ever attended a beneficial or engaging professional development session? Those answering in the affirmative should immediately seek the aid of an exorcist.
I have nothing but respect for roofers. I spent a day shingling a 4x3-meter shed roof, and I cannot tell you how relieved I was to come down from the roof at the end of that day. Not because I suffer from any acrophobia but because roofing is demanding work. On the one hand, nailing shingles to boards is easy. On the other hand, the prolonged kneeling, squatting, craning, and climbing is quite taxing, to say nothing of the heat the shingles emit after the sun reaches a certain point in the sky. I have shingled many roofs in my time, and it never gets easier! I could not imagine doing that kind of work day in, day out. So, hats off to all the roofers in the world!
The five new 12-week-old pullets I ordered in winter arrived last week. I set them up in a separate part of the run, and they appear to be doing great; however, they refuse to go into their coop at dusk and do everything short of tunneling to join the adult flock in its coop. I had to pick them up and carry them in the first five nights. I now coax them into the coop with my hands, but it would be much more convenient if they went in alone. Kids these days!
I guess it rarely occurs to most conservative, reactionary, counter-revolutionary types that August Comte inherited the idea of society über alles from traditionalist stalwarts such as De Maistre and De Bonald.
People avidly hire life coaches when they should be seeking a reputable death coach.
Professional development sessions must fall under the jurisdiction of an incessantly malevolent class of demons specializing in ennui, inanity, torpor, and mindnumbing team-building starter activities. Has anyone out there ever attended a beneficial or engaging professional development session? Those answering in the affirmative should immediately seek the aid of an exorcist.
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