Morning

Friday morning and we're having Metallica for breakfast.  I have to eventually process the information I've accumulated over the last several months: Egypt, Richard Simmons, dude who was eaten by a giant snake in Indonesia...then there's politics b.s., health care price increases no one can afford.  Except Richard Simmons.  That guy has more money than God.  

Then I listen to Metallica and I know I have to somehow survive.  Be like Seti I, or Henry VII- smoke 'em while you got 'em, as the old proverb goes.

I like to imagine a young Tutmosis III riding around on his chariot; driving fast, taking chances,  impressing his glorious step-mother, Hatshepsut (Maatkare if you please).  I am fairly assured theirs was a relationship of mutual admiration and rivalry; however, murder seems unlikely.  The story used to go that Tutmosis III killed her out of jealousy.   If indeed the body in Cairo is Maatkare herself, she died of illness, not foul play.  A slightly less riveting story but interesting nevertheless.   

I have Egypt brain.  What can I do or say?  I thought it would be lovely to organize my thoughts.  Now here I am, my thoughts flown away.  They must have meant nothing afterall.