I'm in a shitty fucking mood, Hubski.

Thanksgiving is my holiday. It's the one holiday I've been able to reclaim from my family and I'm going to be spending it alone. I'll be making a shit-ton of money but it still sucks.

Saturday is the LA auto show. There's nothing I want to buy and I don't have any money to do it anyway.

Sunday I get to rip down to San Diego for a visit with my mother and my sister and my brother-in-law's whole family. My sister got in a knock-down drag-out screaming fight with me on the phone last week because I dared to suggest that Trump's threat to foreign policy is his incompetence, not his malevolence. The number of Facebook "friends" I have eager to go zero-to-Hitler in 4 seconds is discouraging, appalling and frustrating. I suppose it's far easier foretelling the end of the world on social media than it is actually attempting any sort of incremental change but still. Every time you compare the United States to Weimar Germany you diminish the horrors of the Holocaust.

I'm under 200 miles on the bike from being done. I'll broach 3,000 miles and 200,000 calories. Zero weight lost. Blood pressure the same. It's funny - if you tell someone you can eat a plate of Cheesecake Factory nachos every day and not gain weight, you're a lucky sonofabitch with a killer metabolism. If you tell someone you're burning the equivalent of a plate of Cheesecake Factory nachos every day and not losing weight, it's because you can't add, because you're not doing the workout you claim you're doing, because you're cheating on your diet somewhere, or because, basically, you're a fucking idiot how dare you assault the core principles of /r/fitness heathen infidel IT'S OBVIOUSLY YOUR MACRONUTRIENTS.

So fucking sick of it.

The house smells like a fucking monkey cage. We threw away my roommate's sheets when he went to Ibiza for a week. That was June. 100% positive he hasn't washed the new ones. Odds he will wash his dishes before he goes away for Thanksgiving: 20%.

On the plus side, the swamp that is my car-with-leaky-sunroof grew less fur on the seats this time. Putting a car cover on it and leaving the windows open drove out some moisture. And the garage door is much quieter. Quieter because a lift spring broke so I had to replace both springs and 2/4 pulleys and re-arrange the lift geometry and reset the screw drive and repair the place it ripped out of the wall and remove one of the build struts from my 1959 garage so that there was room for the draw pulley system. So that was five hours of fun on my 36 hours off and I didn't even drop a 200lb wooden garage door on my daughter.

My wife is making cheesecake from scratch.

When I get home nine days from now she'll be at a conference a hundred miles away.