Notes From My Underground
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I fell for a phishing scam on Facebook and spammed all my friends.
Wanna share every detail of your life with other people? Get a blog!
Now that intelligent and considerate people are masking again, I had a choice to make yesterday: whether to go to the monthly book club meeting in person or attend by Zoom. I chose wisely.
See? We don’t always have to choose the stupid thing!
Thinking about Labor Day, which we observed yesterday with company, dinner, and a movie. Company was our friend Mary Anne and her dog Anthony; dinner was hickory-smoked ribs, potato salad, grilled veggies, and corn on the cob (plus deviled eggs and mango gelato from Mary Anne); the movie back-to-back episodes of Justified on Hulu. Here […]
Lulu and Fritzi, at least so far, have exhibited no fascist or authoritarian leanings. Unless you count sounding Reveille before the sun comes up.
In my next life, I want to find someone who looks at me like Senator Krysten Sinema (D-AZ) looks at Republicans.