On the way home, a Costco run. Those concrete floors are brutal. I take full advantage of the display furniture, and I wasn't alone.
It doesn't take much to unsettle me these days.
I was hoping to return to the pool today, soothe body and soul, but overnight, the heat broke. It was so dark and broody all day that it was hard to look out the window.
Loaded up the car for an uneventful drive home. Grateful that Colin was waiting to do the unloading and stowing because I was beat.
An hour later, I remembered that I had to get to the Vet to pick up cootie medicine. The cats were well past the 30-day mark from the last dose, so I didn't want to let it go until Monday.
Friday afternoon traffic, 100 degrees+, and Jack Flash threw a check engine light and started to overheat just a little. Enough to make me test that old wives' tale, "turn off the AC". Yeah. It worked well enough to get us home without further incident. Of course, you know, I dropped AAA last week.
A quick phone consultation with Jake indicates that a new thermostat is needed when he's here next week. I'm good.
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I put a black and white filter on the image search for the car, and stumbled across this. My maternal grandparents.
Family lore is that Antonina was only 14. Such was their culture.
I see my face in hers.
And it brings me back to thinking about how EPSTAIN must be the final blow to that creature in the White House. However you do it, no matter what bullshit he pulls to distract, don't let up.
I have a bunch of great memes here. Spread them thickly and often.
This was the mood I slipped into. A dangerous one. If I were young, I might become a ninja witch. Let the bodies fall.
I wanted to work black spells. Simmer some death. Someone has to.
Then, a friend let me know that one of my banners was tied inside the fence at ICE headquarters during the Atlanta Rage Against Regime protest.
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And, Dee. You are so right about second stories. I think I'm letting the cards take over.
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