I woke at 3:33 to the sound of one of my boiler zones gulping air through the pipes in the crawlspace below my floor. Also, I keep waking from dreams about working as an electrician.
Yesterday,
Desiree and drove to town early in the morning and discovered the grocery store
pleasantly devoid of customers but also found the premade salad coolers mostly
empty.
For
no particular reason, I am a little weirded out by the fact we have entered the
year 2023. I keep thinking back to my
days in high school when I considered the year 2000 an outlandish prospect.
2023?
Seriously?
On a
larger scale, the war in Ukraine rages on and a full moon is approaching.
Salma
Hayek is still hot.
The
House of Representatives is without a speaker.
End
of morning report.
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