Before work:
Returned bottles and cans, took out trash and compost, rotated two loads of laundry, did a load of dishes.
Lunch break:
Drop off computer recycling, oil change for the Pacifica, shuffle money at the bank, find the key for the bike lock securing the gas canister to the grill, possibly eat.
After work:
More dishes, scrub stove top, wipe down kitchen counters, figure out which gas canisters are full and which need to be turned in.
Guess I’m having a Nikki day.
Looking back over the last several years, and the few songs I’ve enjoyed on the pop radio station, I’ve realized something.
I’m a Twenty One Pilots fan.
Huh.
Are there any live streaming platforms other than Twitch and YouTube?
My wife: “You know that rich neighborhood on the river?” *dumps out mini Fuji of candy onto the table*
My brain: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*pop*
Apparently, I cannot overeat like I used to, either. Similar results to the ghost pepper cheese. I think my fabled stomach of steel may be rusting out.
I am coming to regret this afternoon’s ghost pepper cheese. Also some of that apple cider. Not all. Some.
I want every veteran of the United States military to have medical, dental, vision, mental health, and life insurance fully covered. I don’t want them to have to pay a cent for their health for the rest of their lives. They should have excellent doctors, who are compensated competitively. These human beings were, and are, willing to risk their lives for ours. This seems like a no-brainer.
I wonder, if we took away the lifelong insurance plans we give Federal Senators and Congresspeople, and limit those benefits to the length of their terms, how much would that help?
Acelyn: “This nail in my arm is a boo boo!”
Me: “It’s an IV.”
Acelyn: “Dad! It’s still a boo boo!”