I switched my investment sweeps back to pre-tax versus post-tax Roth accounts. It didn’t feel smart to have $600 a month evaporate from my take-home pay and into the IRS’s coffers when I’m trying to be in saving mode. I’ll pay the taxes later when I’m old and tired. Or move the Aruba. Whichever.

I’d kill for a cookie right now. I’m cold, tired, and grumpy.

Last night, I went to visit Mother and run some errands. On my way back home I picked up a cheeseburger from Wendy’s for din-din. Mistake! I was up all night sick. I usually love me some Wendy’s but apparently got a bad batch of something icky. I’m on the mend this morning and at work. I’m likely simply dehydrated at this point. I’m turred, y’all!

I just cackled my head off!

These cookies are like crack.

My credit score went up by four points. I’m not sure why. Nothing has changed that I’m aware of? The only way to improve my credit score is to increase the debt utilization ratio (from zero). No thanks!

I was just thinking about angry old white people watching the Super Bowl halftime show and started cackling like a lunatic! Lort! Ha! Can’t stop!

Me and pepperoni don’t get along. Down below. Elderly. Extreme Empath.

I was the first to complain – and complained incessantly – about iPhone’s design flaw of saving a screen grab every time you picked it up or adjusted the volume. But the latest update that requires you to tap through fifteen times and make adjustments to save an intentional screen grab is not the fix we needed. What a crock!

Late night cackle!

I just screamed!

I had the whacky idea to toss a cinnamon and vanilla herbal tea bag into my percolator with my coffee. And bam! It’s a flavor sensation! Why didn’t think of this sooner?

Mr. K is having a slumber party with his kids and their dogs tonight at his place, so I’m on my own today. I’ve been puttering around and working on creative projects. I thought about visiting Mother but it’s too cold and blustery to venture out. She agrees. She also said her driveway is jacked with snow.

One of my big projects today was a very long overdue google contacts cleanup that I’ve had on the back burner. I use google contacts to store not only human contacts but also all my login and password credentials for banks, work systems, government services, health care, etc. I have around 300 contacts at any given time. I like storing them here because I can easily access at any time from my phone. And no, you cannot hack my life by accessing my contacts. I keep the password info in a special code that only I know. It would be meaningless to a hacker. Once per year, I print out the entire list to paper and archive to my fire safe in case google or my phone go belly-up, and I need to access something. That document has become a tome. A lot of cleanup was needed. I went through today and deleted contacts related to many jobs ago or to systems I no longer use. Why the heck did I have a surveymonkey account anyway? Who knows? I deleted about fifty entries today. I’m feeling lighter. I also reorganized “like” entries into single entries with multiple layers. For example, I have something like eight google profiles online for various reasons. Rather than having eight entries for those, I created one entry called Google Profiles and listed them all there in the notes.

My Joan of Arc video is coming out great. So much fun. I’m bubbling with creativity.

Just another beautiful day at Nappy Knolls.

The show was charming. Those kids are so talented. I couldn’t stop smiling. It’s like drinking an elixir. So much good energy.

At Matilda.

We are in my high school! I showed Mr. K where my locker used to be.

One of my analog twist timers shit-the-bed, so I decided to try these digital gizmos. I am constantly setting timers and often have multiple going at once. Thus, a set of four is a good thing. Yes, I know my phone has a timer, but I like the tactile nature of having a dedicated timer.

I think I deserve a pet squirrel.

Cut to me

We watched The Illusionist last night and wow. It’s great. Check it out.

I’m old enough to remember a time when you didn’t have to listen to bad 90s music on blast out of a gas station pump while filling up the car at 5 am. I’ve never been a fan of the move toward “music and tvs everywhere” culture over my lifetime. But I find it especially annoying and useless at gas pumps. What in the hell? And how terrible must it be for people who live next door to the gas station? Surely they can hear the tinny blasting music in their homes. That low level nagging noise bleeding into my home would drive me absolutely nuts!

I keep frantically checking my email for an invitation for a round-two in-person interview at the Local Bakery. It sounded like they would be setting those up soon and for next week. Perhaps I misunderstood? Or they hate me? Whichever.

In unrelated news, I saw a blurb that Apple will be replacing Siri with a chatbot style Ai interface soon. I can’t wait! I think the old Siri is kinda a charming – easily confused – dinosaur compared to modern Ai tools. I’ve come to rely on ChatGPT for so much and have a paid subscription to it. It’s such a useful tool in so many areas of my life – staying organized, crafting, research, not to mention asking random questions about things I’m curious about.

Now that I’m living in a Little House on a Prairie, beating my clothes on rocks in a stream, and hanging everything up to dry, I am a walking tower of static electricity. I don’t know how, but the clothes dryer somehow sucked all the static out of my clothes. And now it’s back! If I jumped up against a wall, I bet I’d stick. Everything I touch snaps with a a shock. When I get dressed or undress, it’s like a maraca band with the snaps and pops. I’m a little worried about pumping gas. Ker-Blam! I hope I don’t have one of those X-Files-like episodes where I suddenly combust and turn to a pile of ash. That might be bad for my chi.