Good morning! Every time I start writing, another fire needs to be put out. Shoe’s talk of chicken salad made me want tunafish for lunch, so I made me some tuna fish. I used to give the apple scraps to the late rabbit, but he’s not with us any more. That made me tear up. I guess the E has brought some emotions closer to the surface.
I think it’s a little more subtle than she wanted, but she’s finally one of the “blue haired liberal women” that JD Vance is always on about.
I like the way you think. Unfortunately, Mrs Magill forbade ice cream for breakfast when we were dating[1]
The path brings it up from Alabama and through Tennessee and Kentucky, where the trade winds will blow the remaining moisture your way. They don’t usually turn east that far north. Enjoy the buckets of rain that North Carolina will be missing.
Taters - I usually do self-checkout because they do a shit job of training baggers these days. But, if I see some check-out clerks looking bored, I’ll go to them. I think most of them are Band kids, because I’ll often get a “Hi Mr Magill,” which throws me, because they all look the same to me.
Good. Keep it up. Anthropic was going to put one right next to the Nashville Zoo. The legislature, governor, and metro council had been bought off. The mayor and the massive turnout at repeated metro council meetings put the kibosh on that shit.
It’s like Anthropic asks itself, “Where would be the worst place to build one of these monstrosities?” And then puts it there.
I never really wanted ice cream for breakfast until it was forbidden.Have I ever mentioned that I’m a middle child. ↩︎