It’s eight am. All is quiet as a gentle breeze wafts the smell of burning dog sh–, I mean, poop, burning in a 55 gallon barrel from three units down. I can’t understand for the life of me, why she does that. Unless she has some twisted affinity for that sick smoky odor. Then I remember, this is the lady I met at the mail boxes once. If you missed that post, it’s a must-read.

Looking out the window of my office into the neighbors’ yard, I can see a yellow and white Cat apparently rummaging through the grass for insects. A stark contrast to the beautiful pink roses 10 feet away. Probably dropped off here by some heartless soul. The cat just meandered down the area between the fences of 4 units, so the area now sounds like a humane shelter on full alert.

Whiskey Girl

However, the day is sunny and beautiful and I have my office critters keeping me company. Reboot is in her box on the short file cabinet to my left. Whiskey Girl, my pet rat of 3 years, is lounging between the printer and wall on her stuffed toy. She goes to sleep there at times on the toy. Yes, she’s spoiled.

YouTube and Netflix, lord help me..

The self-quarantine continues, day after day. I think I have seen everything to see of value on Netflix. I’ve taken to watching YouTube, lord help me. Have a great Sunday, stay safe and be well. I’ll be here, “One step ahead of the Reaper”.

Okay, maybe it will be getting interesting around here soon. I just observed a Harley leaving out, driven by someone actually wearing “Colors” of some biker club. Then a small white car that sounded like a large bumblebee, riding on four of the orangest (is that a word?) wheels I have ever seen. Think four giant fluorescent orange life-savers on a vehicle as wheels.

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