Blank pretty much describes my mind. It's one of those times it's just best to admit it and move on. A quick stop at the computer store which revealed that the alerts could safely be ignored took ten minutes. The barber, who is the granddaughter of a farmer I worked for in 1957, made quick work of hair and beard. Haircuts remind me of dusting. How's that you say? Well I dusted once but it all came back, just as my hair will grow back. Because the dust returned I gave it up as a lost cause.
A cold windy day was a good time to launder my bedding. The drier, worse at the OFH than at The Little House, spooks Kaia. Likely she hears something that I don't. Many hear things that I don't. The new hearing aids from the VA are great, for which I'm very grateful. However, there are many situations in which I struggle to hear. Of all the disabilities I could suffer, hearing loss is the least problematic.
Takk for alt,
Al
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