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I am typing this at 30,000 feet above sea level

And that is when I realized – No Free Wi-Fi on Alaska Air. No Wi-Fi, that meant I couldn’t save it. The only reason that I do know what I typed is because I copied and pasted it into a Word document.

The flight was delayed a half hour and by the time I picked my luggage off the conveyor belt and summoned a Uber, another 30 minutes went by. Back home, I unpacked most every thing, showered and I fell into bed, time, midnight. Only 11 back in Santa Fe where my body clock was, but that didn’t hinder the start of shut-eye any.

For those of you follow #airlinefood online, here is a Cuban Mojo Chicken Rice Bowl.

If there is one thing I really hate (One thing? Really, who do you think you’re kidding?) it’s opening the dryer door to find a sheet wrapping everything into a giant ball of laundry. When I saw an ad for this thing somewhere on the web or in my instagram account I had to have it.

Turns out it worked as advertised, but it was a pain putting the sheets into the thing. On the YouTube instructional video they get it hooked up in like 25 seconds, it was taking me a couple minutes. I’m sure it was probably closer to a minute, but it just felt a lot longer.

After a couple three more laundry days I quit using them, it was taking too long. I mean how many times did that big ball of clothes thing happen anyway? Faithful readers will know what happens next, it didn’t take very long until I pulled another beanbag chair shaped object out of the dryer and go right back to using my wad defenders.

“Why is it dirty,” you ask? See definition #1 in the Urban Dictionary.

The last time Donna and I flew anywhere was June of 2019. It was when we came out here to see if we really wanted to live in the mythical spreadsheet city of Klamath Falls. When we packed up our household goods in South Carolina to come west we donated the suitcase.

The next time I fly will be 5-1/2 years from then. In January I’ll be visiting my New Mexican friend, Sally. I needed a valise. I actually did some In Real Life shopping at the local Kohl’s and then I transitioned to my good buddy Jeff’s website where I found something suitable (no pun intended.) It got plopped onto the back porch with a thud this afternoon, one day early.

When I opened it up and started unzipping all the storage areas a card fell to the floor. It said TIPS in the upper corner with a lot of kanji characters in the middle. Great, thanks for nothing, I can’t read that. Wait a minute, you can ask Google to translate a web page, I wonder if they can work that trick with images? Geez, Boomer, you could do that since 2010. Hover below to see the “translation.”

Monday before last I woke up in the very early morning feeling like a train had hit me. I ate breakfast and at 7:00 AM as Fred Meyers was opening, I was walking in, in a mask, and purchased a couple of at-home tests and some NyQuil. Got home, followed all the instruction and 15 minutes later I had the COVID.

Best guess nowadays sez I was infected anywhere from 2 to 9 days earlier. That overlapped with Donna in the hospital with me at her side to buying a car only 2 days before. For the first 5 days of I was knocking back that NyQuil. Then I went back to a regular pain meds and decongestant.

So for these last eight days the meds have stayed the same and so have my COVID symptoms, so do I have the dreaded Long COVID? Or just ’cause I’m an old guy it is going to take a while to get over?

…I am not lazy.

Twenty years ago today I wrote a post called The Epitome of Laziness. Even though I have linked it here, there is no reason to go back and read it because it involved me whining about power recliners where instead of manually moving your arm to move the chair’s arm, a motor does it for you.

Currently we have a couch and a loveseat that raises and lowers using a switch. It is not lazy, but merely working smarter not harder.