Constant Whoosh
Suddenly there’s no traffic. We’ve never heard so many birds. We could get used to this.
Éirinn go Coraintín
Broke my stay-indoors-and-out-of-the-sun quarantine yesterday with a motorcycle ride up Mount Lemmon and back. It felt good!
Baked Ziti face
Kids, wear your damn sunscreen!
Tuesday Bag o’ Scandal
Lest we forget, Hillary Clinton won nearly three million more votes than Donald Trump. American voters were ready for a woman president in 2016. I would say we’re even more ready in 2020 than we were in 2016 (but I think we’re going to get Joe Biden).
Accent Strip
A friend gently hinted I’d gone a bit overboard on Facebook and Instagram with kitchen photos, to which I responded, “Well, if you can’t have fun with social media, what’s it even for? Oh, right … handing your personal information over to faceless corporations to use in targeted advertising.”
I Want to Drive My Cybertruck
I don’t know if Trump will resign (even if he’s impeached, he certainly won’t be convicted, so giving up à la Nixon is the best we can hope for), but if he does we’ll have Pence, and if Pence has his way we’ll have Gilead. Atwood is a timely read, to say the least.
Tell Me Another One
The salesman told Donna not only will we not have to rinse dishes before putting them in the new unit, we shouldn’t, because the dishwasher it’s to work best with dirty dishes. Uh-huh. Tell me another one, appliance salesman.
Sunday Bag o’ Fauxcity
Easy to identify problems, hard to identify solutions.