Plague

@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@&@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ As the saying goes, it ain’t over till the fat lady sings.  Sadly, the fat lady died last week, gasping out her last breath.  This leaves the over-ness of the plague somewhat ambiguous.  Or just plain old subjective.   Is it possible that the worst is behind us?  Can I…

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The Year So Far

<– <– <– <– Some time in February –> –> –> –> From my studio window, I can see the mountain to the west of our neighborhood and the stark nakedness of the trees.  A large pine, still in its green glory, borders the edge of the pane, leaving me…

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My WaterLoo

Robert’s Review:  Bathroom woes: The Never-Ending Story of The Good, The Badand The Ugly, that takes True Grit to clean but still ends up looking like Apocalypse Now. I sigh as I enter my bathroom to brush my teeth after breakfast.  I put my contacts in after I showered, so…

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