Our Internet connection went ‘POOF!’ the night before last and was out all day yesterday. You’d never believe what a nuisance a prolonged outage is until you experience one yourself. The fact that yesterday’s Bog post never happened was just one impact of the disaster…
I hope this doesn’t mean I have somehow contracted COVID-19. Anosmia, or the loss of one’s ability to taste and/or smell things is said to be one of the cardinal signs that a person has gotten the bug. What’s it like to have this oddball affliction? I’ll share new developments the best I can…
I’m sick and tired again, today. And I can’t find any new and interesting on which to base a post. This is the first time in the 10-year history of this blog that I’ve truly and completely come up dry for subject matter. But suffice it to say – I’m using my ‘Get Out Of Work Free’ card again…
The title of today’s post comes from an old Monty Python sketch in which the late, great Graham Chapman used it to lampoon a gassy politician. But since the clocks went back, our house has been very much like that in the mornings with the cats’, the dog’s and the humans’ body clocks all out of synch…
…To all, and to all, a good Feast! I’ve done all I can to help make your Christmas dining and snacking memorable. Time to get down to finishing off my own family’s special supper. See you tomorrow with some new ‘Turkey Encore’ ideas!