Cool sky this morning. Fine sunny day. A friend took me to the dentist and waited for me. No quarantine this time. My data-wrangling went fine for the first real day in production. All was tranquil.
Decided to make some veggie soup out of various stuff from my freezer.
Life was generally good. The new good.
Then my phone starts going off like it is DefCon 1. Seems that the Orange Lord will be taken to Walter Reed by Marine One. Soon. What to do but to crack open a cold one. Roll my chair to the window. Get out my tiny binoculars and wait. Sure enough. Off he went. I don’t want him to die. But, I do want him to think that he is going to die.
Gratitude
Grateful for a good new normal day.
When we get our apartments cleaned, we get clean sheets, towels, and a roll or two of toilet paper. This week I got “professional” toilet paper. That must mean that for the last five years I have been using amateur TP. The horror.
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