When I came in from the exercise yard, I found a Great Big Bag Lunch outside my door. Put it on a plate. Pulled out a fine craft beer – I fear craft breweries might not weather this storm too well. But, I intend to do my part.
I am down to my last 12 bottles of beer. I never thought I would be worried about my stash of beer. Actually, I am down to 11 bottles now. Because I drank one with lunch. I was considering rationing the beer. But, “Nobody is promised tomorrow” and we are supposed to be living in the moment these days – so – I’ll worry about beers farther down the path.
The big event today was discovering some miscreant has my credit card number. Yesterday I got a charge for a subscription to Noom – which I think is some sort of diet thing. And today I got a charge for a Conde Nast Magazines. Neither for much money. And not what I would buy with a stolen credit card number. But, I canceled the card. Now, I have to go to “everywhere” and reset credit card numbers when the new card arrives. Fortunately, I got nothing but time. I might be time to tweak up my computer security too. I get a little lax about running the VPN and some of my passwords are older than dirt.
Gratitude
Grateful that I am adapting to this new reality. Not everyone here at The Asylum is so fortunate.
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