Windy Days and Mondays

The cool weather has been replaced by heat, the wind is howling so, of course, the utility company has us on the proposed outage list again ─ which will leave me not only without lights but, more importantly, the A/C.

My not all that old cellphone is on the blink, in that I can’t answer incoming calls AND the battery is dead on my almost brand new Apple iPod.

I refuse to put myself at risk by making an appointment to sit in the cellphone office, with an associate picking out a new phone, when there is no reason the one I have should be failing so soon ─ especially since I paid an arm and a leg for it.

I also refuse to put myself at risk with an appointment, with an associate, at an Apple Store or Best Buy to get the overly expensive iPod up and running again.

It's a conspiracy, LOL. I'm slowly being taken off the grid.

Creative Memory scrapbook project is on hold, as I await supplies coming from various sources, because the local scrapbook store I’ve done business with for years and years and years, has shut down.

With all signs pointing to this week being a stressful one, I may have to order a box of calming meds from See’s Candy Store.

I can hear Karen Carpenter singing Rainy Days and Mondays in my head, only it ain’t raining.

On another note .... ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

A “military-style sendoff from Joint Base Andrews, complete with a military band and a red-carpet walk flanked by troops as he boards Air Force One for the last time, and even possibly a flyover by Air Force fighter jets” for No. 45???

In addition to sedition, what about the bone spurs, and what about ignoring the Afghan bounty on U.S. Troops.

Then there's being impeached, not once but twice.

Not prone to headaches, I can feel a doozie coming on.