Dog Days for the Hard of Hearing
I’m blogging in the afternoon, which feels odd to me.
Twelve Is the New Seven
Thank goodness for books and streaming TV, because this week will be one long Trump rally.
Your Buffet Tray Is in the Mail
There’s no way I’d eat at a buffet or salad and soup bar now, commercial or homegrown. And I seriously doubt I’ll ever be able to bring myself to do so again even if there’s a vaccine (especially with the number of people who swear they won’t take it), which basically means never again.
Quality Time with Clickbait
The day may come when you can’t scroll past ads on social media. TV and the cable companies are leading the way on that front, disabling fast-forwarding through commercial breaks.
Taking Joy Where You Find It
I’m on my own but there are leftovers in the fridge and I shan’t want for entertainment.
Paul’s Book Reviews: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Thrillers, Police Procedurals
Six short book reviews, plus comments on one I didn’t finish.
Wednesday Bag o’ Days
You have to get up early to beat the heat in southern Arizona, so when the dogs started stirring at 5:30 I said what the hell and got up with them.
The Glorious Fourth, 2020 Edition
It me again, with another 4th of July photoblog. But first …