Not Really a Thanksgiving Post
We’re having a quiet celebration at home, just the three of us.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Feeding body and soul
We’re having a quiet celebration at home, just the three of us.
Our dogs wake up at 5 a.m. and consequently so do we.
Third time’s the charm, they say, and so I believed. What do they say about the fourth?
Made it ’round the sun for the seventy-eighth time.
October 31st, incidentally my birthday, is almost here. Why Halloween isn’t a national holiday continues to baffle me. As do many things.
Yesterday was Donna’s birthday, and I am once again the junior partner in our relationship.
I thought I’d given up on Jack Reacher novels. Lee Child quit writing them four installments back, passing the torch to his younger brother Andrew. Andrew is not Lee, and some of the oomph went out of the stories, which began to feel like an artificial intelligence was cranking them out. But I couldn’t resist […]
I’ll take a dead Democrat over any living Republican, thank you, and as for voting for … god, I can’t even type it.