Stick to steak
Not sure what to make of things. For the last couple of nights, I’ve been stressed about the wording of a document. Turns out, nobody else cared, in the long run. Things seem to work out, despite my “behind the scenes” discomfort. Whereas the young me might have taken the easy road, the older me looks for rough walking when I don’t need to. Is this a penance clause in my life?
Tried a “protein bar” this evening. Going to stick to steak.
Actually, I should go to the local harvest supper (this weekend). Roast beef, and I’m sure that turnips are ready for pulling. Could be a good meal, for just slightly more than a burger-in-a-box at a takeout counter.
Guess what? Twitter has doubled the character count this week. Not for everyone, so the game is to watch your own profile and drop in an oversize edit, just to see if it passes. What would I say with double the letters? After all, isn’t that the reason for a blog; to avoid getting the tail end of a text chopped off? Should I tell the others? I’m flummoxed.
In Michigan, a shooting. This time around, the perp and the victims were still wearing diapers, which shows that the trickle-down model of certain economics pundits works as well for guns and ammo. Meanwhile, the police are unsure if they should lay any charges; I assume against the owner. How to let a nation know their 2nd amendment nonsense is ready to be “un-amended”. Seriously.
