I wish I could live forever. I'm having so much fun.

"Retarded" is considered a slur these days.

I was excited to watch the Artemis II launch. I feel like that makes me an old-timer — "When we watched the Apollo launches..."

I was going to make a clever post, but then I realized that no everything that comes into your head needs to be shared with the world.

T-Mobile's annual support of free streaming on the MLB app makes my life better. #baseball

Heritage is grandparents and great-grandparents and all those older generations looking down at you fondly and wishing you success.

That's fantastic. I had never heard of Seven Come Eleven.

Oh, the pudgy little hands! 🩷🩷🩷

The first Red Sox spring training game, with Joe Castiglione no less, was just what I needed as a reminder that spring will come someday.

I have mad DJ skills, by which I mean I can crossfade, make great, segues, and slip-cue LP tracks. Man, I'm old.

Damon Runyan short stories for humor, Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier for literature

Thanks anyway!

You could mail one to me — I'll happily pay postage to look like one of the cool kids while staying warm.

I would like to work this week but our plowing service hasn't been here and doesn't respond to phone calls or texts. We've turned to Plan B — cross your fingers.

Wouldn't it be cool if snow falling came with a musical accompaniment that reflected the mood of the storm?

No one has phoned me so far this year. Or texted me for that matter.

You know what glitter is? It's fairy feces. Yeah.

Yeah. I don't think I've ever read anything like it.

Donald Trump is doing what the 9/11 terrorists tried to do — demolish the White House.

No Kings Philadelphia

No Kings, Philadelphia

And my son's birthday!

A lot of Wordle streaks are going to be broken today.

I'm not interested in reading any article whose headline begins, "I asked ChatGPT..."

Sorry, I had a pun in the oven.

I'm a bagel but sometimes I roll play.

Red flag in an adult: interest or belief in astrology

Tried to read two classic novels today. Couldn't get into either.

For the the record, Mrs. Dalloway and Angle of Repose

I sadly conclude, after many efforts, that Virginia Woolf is not for me.

The power's out. My phone battery is low. Might not make it. Send brownies.

I'm heading into Manhattan on Wednesday - time to see some theatre.