How do I know? because I exist [exactly as I am].
I am a big fan of past-Alicson who squirreled away these different kinds of very bright high quality light bulbs; was concerned for a moment I wouldn’t find a bulb that wasn’t daylight and dimmable (haven’t wanted one for yearsss) yet here it is! ::happy and in good bright lightness::
Problems with Redbox: 30-minute lock-out for password fails (do people really bother to come back in 30 min?) Contact is discouraged outside live call/chat hours; chat doesn’t seem to care about anything.
The day is Easter-colored with cobalt blue sky; bright fresh green leaves; magenta azaleas and redbuds; white lily of the valleys, dogwood blossoms; tulips and bleeding hearts; chirping finches and flitting sparrows.
I play the email game and my email wins 95% of the time. I don’t think it’s a strategy/tactic/approach thing—I have those— I think it’s a life and heart thing and it’s not in my genes to revolve around email.
I’ll keep playing on occasion and see what life lessons I continue to learn out of the whole experience.
*update four hours later: Ouch. That was a painful blow. Email is winning harder now.
Ummm… You didn’t break it, it was only sprained.
What could he have said? She voiced exactly what I’ve wondered too many times.
Reading Gemina by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff
I’m installing itunes again. Which I swore years ago I would never do again.
Please have mercy on my soul. And on my poor computer who does not deserve this mistreatment.
I just want my files safe.
I was compelled to write a message to someone, and then remembered I could post to my blog. ::Happy::
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