Frosty
I had to scrape my windshield when I got out of work this morning.
It's still September.
That's not right.
It's still September.
That's not right.
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The Tragic Life of Jeanine Deckers
It's back to work tomorrow. I am getting the itch to make myself useful again. I can only be off work for so long and I need to do something. I could not stay at home all day every day. It's not for me. So today, since I had the day completely to myself, the task at hand was to do laundry. And do laundry I did. As I write this, every article of clothing in the house is clean, folded (mostly) and put away (kind of). My job here is done. While completing the menial task of washing clothes, I had the television on as a distraction. As usual, since it's not football season, I dialed up Turner Classic Movies. The Singing Nun , starring Debbie Reynolds and Ricardo Montalban, was on, so I casually watched it while waiting for clothes to dry. Aside from being a nauseating mellow drama, I knew enough about my 1960s music history to know it was based on a true story. Yes, there really was a singing nun. In fact, we used to have a record of the Singing Nun's bi
