Why am I hungry ALL THE TIME now?!?!

Ran out of BBQ sauce.

Outdoors is better. But no BBQ and laundry at the same time, LOL.

Hilariously underestimated space required for indoor/outdoor clothes drying rack. Takes up entire kitchen/bathroom/entry.

Know what’s frustrating? Looking at money that’s been deposited into an account, and it’s plainly and obviously there, but it’s not available.

micro.blog has me journalling the way I used to journal in the LiveJournal days. I kind of like that.

Was going through expenses for a new budget, found a recurring monthly charge from FB for the privelege of getting PayPal receipts via FB Messenger. Like ten or fifteen bucks a month. I remember being asked if I want receipts via Messenger, don’t remember agreeing to a charge.

I wrote an email post about how Walmart announced it will not fund candidates who opposed certification of the Electoral College results. I was surprised by this.

A friend remarked that there is a decent slice of the population who doesn’t believe what the government tells them but will believe what Walmart tells them because Walmart is veritably festooned in red, white, and blue. The unconscious thought process is that if it looks patriotic, it must be patriotic.

He pointed out that the liberal side needs to put more effort into symbols and color schemes, becuase a lot of people actually really need that sort of thing and so far they’re only getting it from the right.

That was an Oh Wow realization for me. I think my friend is right.

Have you ever had an idea so good, it hurt your head to have it?

It still amazes and amuses me that my dogs even have the concept of a “stale” vs. “fresh” bull penis.

I confess, I am blowing it at staying focused today. So far. Will give it another go in the afternoon.

Coolest place in the house is the best place to store the seltzer. Plus it’s the right height.

I was listening to an interview of Fran Lebowitz on Fresh Air on NPR, and Lebowitz mentioned that prior to his political aspirations, the current president was an utter joke in New York and New Jersey, and I yelled, “I know, right!” I was working in the homebuilding and beverage industries in that place and time, and nobody of means took him seriously.

That’s why these years have been completely surreal to me. You may have noticed that all the people who claim he’s an astute businessman are not themselves astute businesspeople.

The assertion was made just yesterday by a family member who probably needs serious therapy. For this a multiple other reasons.

Whose fur is this all over everything? Hm, I wonder. Who has a groomer appointment tomorrow?

Kai. The answer is Kai. Sophie does too, but she doesn’t shed so much.

Ugh. This forever-wet environment is making my awning ropes smell like dirty dishrags. And now my hands smell like dirty dishrags. Washing up …. Ugh.

I prefer to have the awning up on rainy days. But the wind expected around noon is thwarting me a bit.

This wind was not forecast yesterday.

Yesterday I got to thinking about how so many of us now have at least one loved one who has lost touch with reality by cutting off their own access to credible news and believing only fearmongers. It reminded me of cultism, which reminded me of deprogramming.

I went looking online and found that classic deprogramming, which amounts to kidnapping the cult member and then breaking their conditioning, turned out to be controversial and actually illegal. Help, probably much better help, is now available and that’s what I’m looking into now.

This is one of the things I’m looking at: freedomofmind.com/how-to-re…

Do you know of good resources to help rehabilitate our family members?

I’ve hit a new low. I clicked to open a new tab and then promptly forgot what I was gonna do with it.

I am surely not the only weirdo who has supper leftovers for breakfast all the time.

Oh look! Suddenly cross-posting to my Wordpress is working again. What the heck?

I’ve been forgetting to complete things. Like putting things away after I’m done with them, closing containers, that sort of thing.

So when I started heating up my breakfast in the Crock Pot Express, I smelled dish soap and realized that I couldn’t remember whether I rinsed out the pot after I washed it last night. I quickly shut it down and released the pressure and opened the lid. No suds. No soap smell. I must have got detergent into the bobber valve or the release valve or something. It’s okay. Whew.

I don’t think it’s my age. I’ve always been absent-minded and I have to work hard to work around it. But when I’m off my game, it recurs.

Been thinking about my usual Hwy 55 feast for cheat meal, but on second thought, I think it’ll be buttered toast and chocolate milk. Lots.

I have a neighbor whom I call Shut Up Man because he yells, “Shut up!” at his bird all day long. He’s way more annoying than the bird is. I got used to the bird the first week. I guess the person is now laid off or working from home or something.

Went for an ultrasound recently. The thing that could have been cancer is not cancer. I’m getting more gristly. It’s all connective tissue, a different sort of normal.