I feel and look like Paleface, zero suntan and it’s almost September. My Vitamin D levels must be horrifically low!
The combination of emptying the house and moving to an apartment was a lot of the reason for not being outside but not being in RI was more of it. One of us had to be in RI and one of us had to be here. Guess how that worked out for me??
Anyway, despite the warning for temps close to 100° today, I’m in the apartment complex courtyard. Me. Myself. And I. Ghost town.
I’ve picked a chair facing the sun. Brought my iPad to read but it’s already warned me it’s overheating so I plan to gather some rays, stare into the sun, bake a bit and pretend I’m on the shores of some fancy resort. Aaah.
In morning news, I’ve learned the area around Kabul airport was attacked. Raise your hand if you’re surprised to hear that news. No, not you Anonymous Troll. Just the sane folk. The USA has lost her strength, her position in the world is severally diminished, but #NoMeanTweets.
But last night, something went awry with Instagram as no matter whose account you looked at, every single comment was Nah he tweakin.
I never found out what happened. I have no clue what the phrase meant or how it came to be. Anyone care to enlighten me?
Otherwise, Happy Thursday.