Blogging in the rain

For the record album, I'm not lying. Where I am, it's raining. Not hard, but water is falling. People are driving crazy, too. In fact, on my way to the library, some guy was riding my bumper in his Honda Mommyvan. In the rain. [heavy sigh] They never learn.

The library is crowded today. There are three people using the library's computers. The nearest one is about 15 feet from me, so I guess I'm safe. Hopefully Mr Mommyvan will stay down in the parking lot and tailgate the curb.

Anyway, on this wet day, what better thing to do than to go over to the library and do a little writing? If not for writing, I'd just be sitting at home and getting into the goodies—something I don't need to be doing.

There are a few things that I'd like to write about, but I need to do some thinking about those topics before I unleash anything on you. So for now, you get to read my rambling instead. Lucky you.

In other news, I've decided that while I spent 25 years with a beard, chinular hair just doesn't suit me anymore. Besides, back in the '70s when my beard was a rich auburn color and looked decent on me, my current COVID beard (as I've dubbed it) is all gray, hangs down my face and catches food (like soup, chili, etc.). It makes me look like some character out of the Old Testament. Methuselah happens to come to mind. So why do I have it. I'm sure I've explained it, but here goes one more time: last year about this time, I went through a rough time physically. I was sleeping eighteen hours at a time, felt miserable, fatigued. Some people suggested that maybe I'd caught COVID, but I never got it checked out. My sense of smell and taste never went away (that was a telltale sign of COVID), so I didn't get tested. Doesn't matter now, as I've received my vaccination and a booster. Getting rid of this wild patch of facial hair should take a good eight hundred years or so off of my age; then the crew at Jack in the Box might stop hightailing it out the back door when I stop in.

It's kind of funny (the strange kind of funny) how you can work with someone for years, become their friend, buddy, confidante, and earn a connection to them on LinkedIn. They could serve as a reference should a job come your way. I had such a person, but for reasons unexplained, they decided to cut ties with me on that platform. I decided to ask about it and was met with a shifty grin and sort of an "I didn't know" look. S/he said that s/he would add me again—and did—then gave it a couple of days and deleted me a second time. I won't ask about it again. If I no longer have any value to this person, so be it. There are other classier people out there.

So there you go. Rainy Saturday afternoon blogging. This will have to tide you over till next week when I can get back to the library because they're not open on Sundays until further notice.