Read a good book
Read a good book, they said. And so I did. Many, actually. But here we are in the ‘20s. An update is is order. Fifty years ago (yes, I AM that old), I had time to take a single book and discover it. Digest it. Now, my forward looking timeline says that I should gorge on tweets. And YT videos. Life (the remaining part) is too brief to get hung up on character development and plot lines. There. I’ve said it. Moving ahead.
I’m more apt to listen to the dog. His requests are succinct. “water” and “door” and “butt scratches”. Dogs have their priorities straight.
They (unsure of the job title) came and took away our snow. All of it. I’m sure we’ll get replacement. Even more than we want. For now, though, my world is greenish. Someone in the city reported new blossoms in their flower bed. I’m finding dandelions, that may have roots going back to the last spring show. Can’t tell about leaves, because my view involves coniferous content. Canada.
I made the mistake of studying the vax patterns across the nation. Turns out, pretty much all of the provinces now require proof of “having your shots” before dining in a restaurant. At the same tme, those same provinces do not require the work staff to follow the same rule. Because, business. So much wrong with this plan. I guess I’ll continue with my home style meals for the foreseeable future. Sorry for the assault to the bottom line of restaurants.
Also, check the gaff at X.
