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Interesting title coincidentally from todays day/date worthy of some kind of entry. I woke up Thanking God with only minimal aches and pains which were all easily categorized and root causes determined.
After passing the full systems check I felt more like music than any of the wide-range of old-time radio programs available on the streaming internet stations which are now bordering on infinite.
Last week I tuned in to a station on a remote island in the middle of the Specific Ocean. Reception was super clear and it must have been middle of the night there as the tunes were close to comatose.
Now there’s a title for a future novel … ‘Close to Comatose’. I need to do some homework as I am sure there REALLY is a ‘Comatose’.
In fact I can see the sign in my mind's eye.
The ‘population’ of 278 is striked thru and hand-lettered 277.
I’ll dial up a Western, rich widow, a mysterious series of deaths and the preacher done it.
SPOILER ALERT !!
So I tuned into spotify and selected ‘favorites’ and ‘shuffle play’ so over 1050 good-to-great tunes and if I don’t care for a fav (green heart) I can skip (at NO CHARGE!!) to the next until I do. Kind of cool actually.
NOW HIRING …
At google, a headline proof-reader. See dead link …
Greinke sharp, Astros end 6-game skid, beat Astros 1-0
I mean I ‘like’ the Astro’s but not enough to click and track down THIS error. (sorry)
Here IS a link, tag under one of my favorite topics … ‘therapisses’ ... those ‘certified know-it-alls’ that can cure whatever ails YOU (patient) by feigning a delicate balance between alertness and caring. Which of course they SAY they DO but they DON’T.
GET OVER IT.
Move on yourself.
A s*x therapissed no less.
Of much higher credibility is the article ‘Foods That Will Improve Your Sex Life, According to a Nutritionist.’
You’ll have to complete this search DIY as I am getting pressed for time now. I hear the whistle of the train at Procrastination station.
So I got the workout it. At first rise we had 9°C outside as the cold spell lingers. A check of the local weather forecasted 16°C mid-late afternoon and this did NOT fit my schedule this day so I mounted the stationary for half-hour. I would much rather ride 1 hour outside than the half-hour indoors and go NOWHERE.
WHY DON’T YOU RIDE INSIDE FOR ONE HOUR THEN AND STOP COMPLAINING?
Listen up and pay attention.
Riding a bike inside is showering in a slicker. With soap. No Thank you.
I was all fired up and really rolling and you succeeded quenching the creative roll.
Then again … recovering QUICKLY is the mark of a winner first and ultimately a champion.
I LOVE system generated emails and have successfully sorted out how to handle them.
PRAY TELL WILLIAM POR FAVOR …
Nice …
BOMBARDED by ‘fund-raising’ scamming/spamming from U of SC I went in and ‘deleted’, OPTED OUT and GLOBALLY UNSUBSCRIBED. Nothing future from them. They used and abused.
Of course over time they WILL send something US post but I just don’t have a) the coin b) time, patience etc for such nonsense.
And these acknowledgements from AmEx, Atmos, TXU etc informing me and thanking me letting me know they received my payment.
MOTHER OF PEARL !!
How do I opt out of THIS? It seems such things cannot be deleted fast enough.
But there is some (albeit 'small') GOOD NEWS.
As I was creating a new spotify playlist, searching, I found a song by MAM that they had previously ‘blocked’, removed or somehow made ‘unavailable’. I actually DM MAM and received a reply from Tara in the band explaining the situation. Kind of cool. I think so anyway ...
I had ‘liked’ this song, it turned up 'gone' and then played it this morning successfully so then I added it to my latest playlist. Life returns to FULL GOOD.
OK.
So today the immediate priorities are preps for the show Saturday, work on the TWO commissions and longer range planning for the Woodlands show in May. Did I mention that I had two (2) commissions IN HOUSE ??
OVER THE TOP coolness.
All good.
Sorry Ms Bold Caps but sometimes you REALLY get on my nerves.
THAT’S OK OH GREAT ONE. THAT’S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR AND WHAT THEY DO.
