Well, April 2 is over. Netflix is killing me, and I paid for it, am paying for it, in so many ways—how shall I count the ways?
But my timing is off. I just fell asleep “watching”. I could do this better on my bed…
Well, April 2 is over. Netflix is killing me, and I paid for it, am paying for it, in so many ways—how shall I count the ways?
But my timing is off. I just fell asleep “watching”. I could do this better on my bed…
We live in hope….
Well, it has been a grey, dull day, on the cool (cold) side, but not below 0 C—is that readable? Would it look better like this:
Zero C ?,
No matter, it’s “3 degrees outside”, according to my Siri.I think she measures it at the airport. She must think me very dull. I ask her the temperature, sometimes the weather, often the time, but I never ask her for music. I don’t have any where she can find it. I don’t know where that would be. There is so much I don’t know—more all the time. Don’t tell me.
This is not a blog, it’s a bleat.
I’ll give you a blog.
Soon.
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