Kind of a Quiet Start

Felt like I was doing clean up in aisle 5.  Putting emails into their proper homes, filling out reports, all that fun paper pushing stuff I have been excelling at since 1992.  Maybe not excel.  Do somewhat proficiently.  No bad things happened during the workday.  There was a correction moment where I added a zero on something.  The comment was made that it was interesting that the other document didn't have the extra zero.  I do interesting things when I screw up.  That's what makes me - ME "insert smiley face"

I got pictures of Charlotte doing artwork from my sister.  Her one hand was all blue and green. I said make sure she shakes her mom's hand with it when she picks her up.  She loves to do arts and crafts with my sister when she spends time at their house.  If it wasn't for the rain, I would walk to Dollar Tree tonight and find some art supplies for when they're here that she can do with grandma and mess up their Air BNB.  

Well Hillbilly Bob was on the porch when I got the mail.  I have no idea if he was here or if he did go on vacation.  He makes my head hurt and my mom does all this speculation about what he could be up to at times.  I remind myself that if I was at an office, she would probably have him buried in the backyard.  I'd rather listen to her speculations than who's mad at who for the day.  I got a feeling a 62 year old is mad at me and I have no idea why.

So I'll make my head explode more and watch the news coverage of the trial.  I started reading "Burn Book" by Kara Swisher.  Is it Swisher? I want to say Swift.  I didn't think she could make tech news interesting.  Mostly because she makes fun of all of them.  She should, especially the guy that came up with Netscape.  Stupid.  

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