Wet Shoes, Not Fun

Happy Birthday, Sort Of:

 I walked back from work last night. I thought i had dry socks, but I screwed up. Thankfully, the temps were in the mid-forties. I got in 6 hours last night, which is good for the bank account. Looks like I left my shirt there, so I need to get back there. Laundry needs done.

CC had her pretrial conference this morning. I meant to go. I got up and put Ben-Gay on sore joints, and I called her. She told me to say put. So, I did.

I am working in Chrome right now. Firefox kept crashing today. We still have high winds, that may be causing problem s with the Wi-Fi. I do not know.

My niece and I texted a bit this morning. She had texted me last night to wish me a happy birthday. Most pleasant thing to happen me this morning.

Groceries, laundry, paperwork for FSSA, talk to the attorney about dad's trust, get my shirt from work; there are the things I need do today. Oh, and get through the pretrial detention notes.

I thought to watch the Supreme Court hearings. I have about enough energy to get through this post.

So, this is what 63 feels like. 

I wrote about depression yesterday, and did not think about John Fetterman. I like the guy, I admire he had the backbone to get treatment: John Fetterman On 'Path To Recovery' After Checking Into Hospital For Depression. The man has set an example, he can be followed.

Some items read this morning:

Trump Flips Out At 'Fake' Fox News For 'Promoting' Ron DeSantis

Hurricane Diane’s Exploration of Discomfort, Capitalism, and Our Climate Crisis (Play review)

Jimmy Kimmel Fires Back At Trump In Absolutely Blistering Monologue

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