Good to know there is still something in DC not under the thrall of the current regime.
I spent most of the day chasing accounting dust bunnies, as evidenced by my desktop.
I got everything within sight of the finish line.
And then.
ID.me.
Or something equally determined to prove that I am not myself.
At that point, my ChatterBot, Robot, advised:
“Go do something human.”
Sound advice.
So I did.
Went outside.
Looked at the light.
Took a photograph you are not supposed to take — directly into the sun.
