Well, maybe I have a cold. Stuffed sinuses, little sore throat, and some kind of sinus headache. Of course when you have this, it is hard to talk.So, what to do? I remember my late mom telling me she like to have some brandy when she is sick. You know I did have a little brandy from when I was last sick, that seemed like a long time ago. Well, anyway I ran out yesterday of brandy. So yesterday I went to a store, Winco was my choice, but on my way there, there must have been an accident as a cop car with lights flashing blocked off a street to the store.

Sometimes you just have to get out and go grocery shopping, so I hop in my 1994 Mazda B3000 pickup and drive there in the night.Well, you do need to get some supplies when you can get them. I wanted to buy some more chicken as my brother, that lives with me now, since my late mom passed away, has been eating the chicken that I cook.

Well, it was yesterday that Bitcoin passed the 100 thousand dollar mark. Where is it now? Well, as I write it is under the 100 thousand dollar mark. Well, of course Bitcoin is volatile, it goes up and down, but mostly up in the long run.

This is my clothes dryer. Yes, it kind of works. Well the drum spins and air rushes through it, but it does not heat up. There is a function on the dryer called, air dry, meaning it just runs air through the clothes as the drum spins.

Last Sunday I went to the Post Office, I like to go there to drop mail off in their big drop box at the rear of its parking lot. This is at the West Lane Post Office on Sunday November 24th, 2024.Well, I drive there and of course the parking lot is pretty empty, but then I notice that the mail drop box that I was going to put my bills into is now missing. What? I have gone to this box for over three decades and now it is missing?

Remember that song, Rainy Days And Mondays, by the Carpenters? I thought about that song as I took this picture in the rain. Then I said to myself, Hey and it is Monday.The song goes like this, Talkin' to myself and feelin' old Sometimes I'd like to quit, nothin' ever seems to fit