Stalag 2020 – day 72 of xx.

looking for the light

Whatever happens, is what I planned. My phone has a mind of its own. It decided to take pictures while it was in my skirt pocket. Actually this isn’t too shabby. That’s my desk chair and big window.

Actually, I am glad that that is all that my phone decided to do. Unlike that creep retired Navy Captain who accidentally lived streamed vile racial slurs to Facebook.

Spent a lot of time messing with my pictures from yesterday’s Old White Lady Protest. But, I have nothing to show for it. Time to remember that “Perfection is the enemy of progress”.

Gratitude

Grateful that I carefully thought out what kitchen stuff to bring to the Old Bat Cave five years ago. I have every I need and very little that I don’t.


Carlton’s words for June 9 were: “Life had become impossible for us. We either had to end it all or do something about it.” I am sure the words are about drinking and not drinking and AA. But, they seem applicable to 2020 as well.

Mālama pono

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