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Next to my e-cigarette lay (lies) a mini tootsie roll pop. Cherry Flavor. And I don’t call my virtual assistant by her given name, as I don’t scrimp on understanding setting options. Random Fact.

And my Friday task is to bluetooth pair a new pair of micro stereo speakers. And the documentation for that mission is written in a subatomic font. Sure, eyesore. And more for sure as I take a peek at the PDF of the Nunes Nonsense intel committee report.

And the Cubs just won a day game, in still cold-ass Wrigley Field. First time, this year, three over.

Roger that.

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I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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