The war is someplace on television. My Amazon package, I expect, is riding around the neighborhood, getting closer and closer to being delivered. I have nothing to do with that whole system. I just placed the order. It seems like I am an extra, on a movie set, waiting for my name to be called. The days are passing but I’m not really a part of it. Life is taking place, but over there someplace.
I just checked, and
yes – my coffee is out for delivery. The
replacement coffee pot is also expected today but not yet out. I guess waiting for someone to put it on the
truck. Let’s hope they don’t drop it, I don’t have much duct tape.
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