My First Monday Without Twitter
Without Twitter my source of information is about to change. I sat down to drink coffee and eat breakfast and wondered about… Twitter.
Without Twitter my source of information is about to change. I sat down to drink coffee and eat breakfast and wondered about… Twitter.
The following story is meant to be humorous. Any resemblance to the Vice President or a beloved talking conveyance is purely coincidental.
So I was reading that a lot of folks have been having bad dreams about Covid19. You can read some of them here: Vivid ‘Pandemic Dreams’ and Nightmares Keep Nation Awake During Coronavirus Outbreak....
Went back to the old apartment. This is where we used to live.
It is beyond absurd to have a federal government shutdown and simultaneously guarantee back pay.
Wait, I need to back up here.
Death is an alarm clock: love them NOW, before it’s too late. And maybe we do, maybe we go hug our significant other, tell our children we love them, vow to be more appreciative of the people in our lives. For a little while.
Your lack of service does not make you a lesser citizen or unworthy of respect. Your success is not tainted by what you think is a catastrophic failure.