In the meantime the clouds have worn away to a thin haze, and after all those pleasantly gray days the bright afternoon is making me squint. I don't like to squint. It makes me look like I'm trying to look like Clint Eastwood, which makes me feel foolish. True there's nobody around to see me squinting (except feral cats, of course, and they have no idea who Clint Eastwood is, so won't judge me) but I can feel myself squinting and must judge myself. This sort of thing is why I need lots of distraction. If Google doesn't come back I guess I'll be stuck watching television the rest of the day. But no Clint Eastwood movies.
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In the meantime the clouds have worn away to a thin haze, and after all those pleasantly gray days the bright afternoon is making me squint. I don't like to squint. It makes me look like I'm trying to look like Clint Eastwood, which makes me feel foolish. True there's nobody around to see me squinting (except feral cats, of course, and they have no idea who Clint Eastwood is, so won't judge me) but I can feel myself squinting and must judge myself. This sort of thing is why I need lots of distraction. If Google doesn't come back I guess I'll be stuck watching television the rest of the day. But no Clint Eastwood movies.
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Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety-Six
Online grocery shopping this morning, so oops and oops and oops and etcetera. Confusions and frustrations abound in such activities (for me at least)…
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Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety-Five
Wednesday I kept waking up to see how late it had gotten and then going back to sleep. It took a long time to get tired of being tired and just wake…
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Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety-Four
The weather report from Sacramento (which is where Microsoft seems to think I am, and I have no intention of correcting it) is saying there is…
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