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Report from the city by the Inland Sea

Some stark realizations and landmarks from this week

Report on my physical health.
I don't know what to do. I never get colds, but I've got sleeve full of snot, and my nose is like a lot of politicians I know, it won't stop running.

I'm eating Vitamin C doses like they were gummies because my vitamin C's are gummies. And so are my One a Day's and vitamin D. Why don't they make CBD gummies?

The weather outside is frightful.
I didn't leave my building for three days last week. It wasn't the cold, I have jackets for that issue. No, it's the ice. I was walking up the eastside of Astor. The sidewalk from just south of the County Claire was a solid sheet of ice. I tried to look for bare spots that I could travel over. It's often like finding the dry rocks in the stream bed to get to the other side of the river with dry feet. Only in this case, I found myself on ice. I couldn't turn around for fear of falling. Taking the trip through the snow on the boulevard was tricky for me, but it got me to the street. The street was safer than the sidewalk. I knew the temperatures we have been experiencing would not get rid of the ice even if they salted it.

I saw dis here on the internet don't ya know hey!
If a cow doesn't produce milk, is it a milk dud or an udder failure.

Man crying wolf.
While waiting for The Hop at Ogden & Astor, my stop mates and I were hailed by a fellow who insisted we were waiting in vain as there had been "...another derailment and the line had shut down."I should have been suspicious fo the "another" modifier. He was as I remember more than happy to pass the information on to us.
Two people went to the bus stop. One started walking. One of us went home. I was reassured by the folks at The Hop, that the streetcar we wanted arrived at the stop on time.

Family growth report.

Besides the promise of three new great-grandchildren in 2020 from the Minnesota branch, I proud to welcome this fellow.

No name yet, but he belongs to the Schmidt's in DeForest.


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