We are indeed living in crazy times. Cadet Bonespurs spent the
weekend playing golf and pretending to president while Republicans abdicated
all responsibility for doing their jobs. Several shit-tons (sorry, not sorry)
of ammonium nitrate blew away a goodly chunk of Beirut (a city in some country to
which Bonespurs couldn’t quite put a name, even as he was insisting it was a
bomb). Schools across the country have opened despite insufficient precautions
against COVID-19, and cases are unsurprisingly spiking.
Me? I had the day off yesterday, and I decided to clean around my
washer and dryer. I pulled out several hundred plastic carrier bags and several
score of paper grocery bags. Dunno what I’ll do with the latter, but the latter
are my trash bags. I don’t see why I should pay for “plastic trash bags”, when
supermarkets used to give these away for free. (I wasn’t sorry to see that stop—I
have several score of cloth tote bags from every tech conference and street
fair I’ve ever been to. But now grocery stores have reverted to plastic and
paper bags, so my collections are expanding again.)
But here’s the STOP PRESS news: I also found several articles of
clothing that had fallen around and between the appliances. Here I was blaming
the dryer for eating them, but that which was lost has now been restored. Time
for the fatted calf.
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