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Hang On, Snoopy, Hang On
 Staying In touch

In a recent phone conversation with my son, he gently, firmly, lovingly, and rightfully admonished me for not keeping in touch with him and his sons. I'm aware of this oversight, and it's not for lack of wanting to keep up with them. On the contrary, I love them and their cousins unconditionally. 

Anything I say about my deficiencies will sound like a yes-but-excuse, so I will refrain from trying to justify my shortcomings and just promise all of them to be better. If the phone is ringing or your message alarm is sounding, it's probably me.

Watching GOT (The making of Cersei, the biggest bitch of all time.)

Honesty, she makes Lisbeth Salander look like a girl scout.

Good fortune has forced me to watch the last few episodes of The Game Of Thrones. It is difficult to see the end of the series I truly love. The series shows Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, This Is Us, and Younger come to mind. 

The reason I'm finishing GOT is the prequel. The House Of The Dragons is now available on HBO. I don't want to dive into that until we become involuntary prisoners of Wisconsin weather. 

(Coming soon to your neighborhood: I hate to remind my readers, but the one hundred and twenty days of possible good weather in Wisconsin are drawing close.)

This week's feature sketch

AJ & Micka


Finally, we know something the grandchild, who taught us how to email photographs, doesn't know.




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