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Jan. 25th, 2021 09:38 amIt is very nice that certain names aren't showing up in the news every day these days. I can't say I was losing sleep over the previous administration, but not reading about them several times a day is relaxing.
The book that's coming by tortoise, also known as book rate mail, has another week before it's officially late. I doubt there's anything I can do about it if it is late, because there isn't any tracking available either. So I'll just sit around and wait, and hope it gets here someday, and doesn't get delivered next door or downtown or somewhere. Apparently one of my credit card bills took a detour and went back to the post office before it got to me, because somebody wrote the correct address in great big numbers on the envelope. I like getting bills on paper; it reminds me to pay them, and I have a physical record in case the internet goes kablooey.
On a semi-related note, if you're going to send me a phishing text about a debit card, it won't work if it's supposedly from a bank I don't have an account with in the first place.
For want of huge Honeycrisp apples (TJs hasn't had them for two weeks now), I bought three pounds of mandarin oranges. Partly because I didn't see any obviously ugly ones in the bag (there's always at least one moldy clementine per flat and you find it after it's already spread to its neighbors), and partly because I had a craving for orange juice. I hope they aren't all as hard to peel as the first four were. I'm somewhat daunted by the idea of eating three pounds of mandarin oranges all by myself, and I don't know why; I eat three pounds of cherries in two days in cherry season. Cherries don't need to be peeled, though.
The book that's coming by tortoise, also known as book rate mail, has another week before it's officially late. I doubt there's anything I can do about it if it is late, because there isn't any tracking available either. So I'll just sit around and wait, and hope it gets here someday, and doesn't get delivered next door or downtown or somewhere. Apparently one of my credit card bills took a detour and went back to the post office before it got to me, because somebody wrote the correct address in great big numbers on the envelope. I like getting bills on paper; it reminds me to pay them, and I have a physical record in case the internet goes kablooey.
On a semi-related note, if you're going to send me a phishing text about a debit card, it won't work if it's supposedly from a bank I don't have an account with in the first place.
For want of huge Honeycrisp apples (TJs hasn't had them for two weeks now), I bought three pounds of mandarin oranges. Partly because I didn't see any obviously ugly ones in the bag (there's always at least one moldy clementine per flat and you find it after it's already spread to its neighbors), and partly because I had a craving for orange juice. I hope they aren't all as hard to peel as the first four were. I'm somewhat daunted by the idea of eating three pounds of mandarin oranges all by myself, and I don't know why; I eat three pounds of cherries in two days in cherry season. Cherries don't need to be peeled, though.
