Tiny Gripe, Tiny Happy Friday, Now Tiny Happy Monday

So superficial.

No like these cords.

The laptop exists for a few hours wireless. Phone if it’s connected to the laptop. Hospital left my phone brick in the cord galore wall. New brick from Amazon didn’t fit. Got to consider annoyance compared with real world problems. Take a break.

Wireless vacuum and Swiffer and regular old mop and Mrs. Meyers and clothing steamer and (platform heel) sneaker stretchers sitting here (still got all the Converse flats, never giving those up but the platforms do work with wide leg jeans which got to write I like.)

Stop griping, me. Get stuff done.

Got the Swiffer and the mop done. Big thumbs up me. (I wouldn’t know how to change a tire.) Gosh I’ve still got to put the little vacuum together. More scissors and gosh what else. Next clean closets.

No whining.

Get ready for Thanksgiving and don’t I have grateful cause. Yup I do. Started draft.

Started draft on Blue State Governors, big thumbs up Illinois Pritzker. I’m all in. Governors Safeguarding Democracy. More writing this afternoon.

Little guy Quinn most handsome cat (such gorgeous white fur and those green eyes) steals all my hair ties from a basket in the bathroom. That is hilarious although I’ll need to get the bathroom back in order. He’s so playful. Plenty of cat toys (those little mouse things and spiral things but he wants my hair ties.)

Meanwhile it’s Friday. 1A morning on NPR and Brooks and Capehart evening on Newshour. So stop whining. I wait all week for my public media fix. And then it’s Friday.

This Monday morning (not Friday) today streamed the Netflix trailer for Six Triple Eight. Looks brilliant.

And Ken Burn’s da Vinci. Can’t even describe how da Vinci, the person, inspired me. I took my son on a trip in France (and Belgium, where I’m from) and we went to his (da Vinci’s) house in Amboise. The imagination and creation. Could think forever.