Have to do stupid stuff

I can’t handle the glitches . . .

Backup codes let me access my account if my phone is lost, stolen, or if I run it through the washing machine and the bag of rice trick doesn’t work.

I make friends and influence people.

I spend more time with my wife and cat. 

I have curated opinions.

I am a proud ghost.

I’m just reaching out to confirm that we’re all set for next week’s appointment.

I have printed or saved hate speech.

I am kind. 

I am a child of the universe. No less than the trees and the sky I have a right to be here.

I favor curiosity over certainty.

I favor curries over potages.

I will renew my passport at the first available moment.

I will flee this country at my convenience.

I won’t preach or convert.

Vote my way or hit the highway.

I am an autodidact that stresses dactyls.

I am an Anabaptist that stresses anapests.

I am a humanist.

I wear my britches up to my sternum.

I am too big for my bridges.

A quote by Bukowski is my favorite mantra.

I follow bouncy balls and shiny things.

I have to do stupid stuff.

In signing this, I acknowledge that, to the best of my knowledge, the information in this evaluation form is true and correct.

I acknowledge that If the office is closed, my vehicle will not be officially checked in until the next business day.

I look forward to seeing you; bye, bye now.

Um, in the meantime have a wonderful week.

Here is a demonstration of how easy it is to stop thinking . . . 

What I’m Reading:

Reality is made of the conscious and the unconscious. Both, at the same time. The unknown is to be respected. You don’t have to fear it—you’re a part of it. Whether you want to be or not.

— Daniel H. Wilson / Hole in the Sky