A warm and cloudy day in the Valley of the Sun so I’ll take advantage of not having to lather on sunscreen and go hit balls in advance of my “2016 opening day” round coming this week. In the meantime:

Not sure why, but for some reason, George Harrison’s hauntingly-beautiful and complex Marwa Blues sums up the mood this weekend. I just love all the backwards-played sounds that usher in the opening.

If you’re from the Boston area like I am (and even if you’re not) you’ll get a kick out of this. It’s pretty funny.

…Which reminds me, whenever I see William Devane hustling gold for Rosland Capital I can’t help but think of his JFK accent on the TV mini-series, The Missiles of October. Martin Sheen’s accent as Bobby Kennedy made him sound like a chipmunk attending Haaahvid Yaaahd.

I have to admit, I always found Hillary Clinton to be a repulsive, conniving, unethical and lying b**ch, but I never could have imagined her being as reckless and clueless regarding our nation’s security as this whole e-mail server thing is revealing her to be more with each passing day. What could she have been thinking? What was her staff around her thinking? I have to say I’m beginning to come around to thinking she’s not going to make it and that she will be indicted.

If this is true I would certainly hope so! If Sandoval and Hanley Ramirez and Sandoval can reverse their embarrassing performances from last year by getting their collective acts together the Red Sox could be very interesting to watch this year.

Not that I ever have to worry about being snowed in ever again, but back in the day milk, eggs, and bread were never on my shopping list ahead of a big snowstorm. Booze and candles, definitely!