Do you ever do things you know you’ll probably regret?
Most of us have, I spose.
Like, here’s one for me… Continue reading “Mistakes were made”
Category: there is something wrong with me
Non-problems and irks (sweating the small stuff)
There are real problems to ponder. Real issues to be irate about. Turn on the news; pandemics and natural disasters and the markets and the political nightmare-of-the-day.
Plenty of bigger matters.
But sometimes, the small stuff is just easier to focus my ire on. Like a rest for a weary mind.
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Cafeteria Fail
Like, that the disappointing pizzas in the cafeteria are allasudden mini pizzas, not slices.
They aren’t suddenly any better, mind you. It’s just a different size and shape. Single serving. This is probably coronavirus related. Not wanting people to touch things.
But: The boxes to carry away are for slices, not mini-pizzas. They don’t fit.
Also, the mini pizzas are roughly (I would guess) the equivalent of two slices (I always buy one slice). And there’s no prices for the mini pizzas. I doubt they’re free, but there’s nothing so much fun as not knowing the price of something when you buy it. Especially if you know going in you’re probably not going to eat it all, so … wasteful.
The calorie sticker they still have up is also the per-slice sticker. So there’s another mystery I wasn’t hoping to build into my day.
Whatever. I think I have a granola bar up at my desk.
Continue reading “Non-problems and irks (sweating the small stuff)”
New Network, New Phone
So. We changed our family plan. We are no longer on Verizon Wireless.
For me, the big selling point for that is that the T-Mobile/Sprint network is compatible with international networks. Oh, and we’ll save money. So, yeah. Cool. Continue reading “New Network, New Phone”
A love-listen
Finally catching up on some blogs I missed amid our unplanned excitement. Continue reading “A love-listen”
Uncharacteristically political
This post is going to be way outside my norm. I really don’t do politics in my posts, generally speaking.
It’s also almost a week behind the times (because that’s how my posts are running) and these days that may mean some other thing is on fire and making me insane. But here we go.
Residual
Since returning home I’ve heard directly or indirectly from everyone from my Asia cruise gang.
Well, except the one person.
I mean, technically, he was the first person I heard from. Continue reading “Residual”
Back in the grind
So I came back home. I returned to work.
I had a cold. Hack, wheeze, cough.
Just a cold.
Hack cough wheeze.
