TIL it’s Titer, Not TITR
Kudos to me for saving money for a change. Which I promptly spent on other goodies from Amazon.
Muscle Memory
We probably rely on muscle memory more than we realize.
Thirteen Days to Go
Different shirts, same assholes. They were fascists then and they’re fascists now.
Dogs and Fireworks and Bunnies, Oh My!
Donna and I celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner and a movie: I grilled steaks, which we ate on trays while watching Harrison Ford chew up the scenery in Air Force One.
Seasonal Encroachment Disorder
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
The Children’s Table
Funny how that desk doesn’t look so tiny when real presidents sit behind it, huh?
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.