Where was I?

COVID came and left the building after visiting for a month. Please don’t ask which of the gazillion of variants that that I entertained. But it is still obliging with the remnant of its visit.

I now need to insure that one of my enemies doesn’t try to poison me. Like putting poison in the chocolate chip cookies I love. Then again, why would anyone spend twenty-five years in prison for ridding the world of another left-wing weirdo grand-father?

I know. I can start hoarding Orville Redenbacher microwave popcorn packs, while watching the GOP primitives comedies next fall.

wondering why?
moments of foolishness
from grown men