It started like a concrete western.
Dark, cold and windy outside; the storm windows breathing cold air into the room from the gusty elements.
The phone rang.
Housekeeper was telling me that she wouldn’t be coming today.
But, Deary: I said, you have too.
Not I, said she, I have six inches of snow and it’s cold out there and you’re a long way from me.
I’m losing my mo-jo, cried I.
You are, indeed, laughed she.
And the upshot was she wouldn’t be coming until her regularly scheduled appointment two weeks from now. My plea of the cactus falling off the table was met with “the dog did it?”
Which wasn’t at all nice of her.
However, having met with my experienced expectations I carried on and found another late blooming story from San Diego, through Ypsilanti, MI.
Acting on a tip from the Michigan Department of Corrections, San Diego officers went to an apartment in the city’s Hillcrest neighborhood Monday afternoon and a woman fitting Hayman’s description answered the door.
It is worth the read, if for nothing else than the wonder of HOW.
The how is the wonder.
Which brings me to this:
An email got the IRS into the news. An email got Christe into the news. Several folks have gone to jail for various things, all derived from social media. And an email got the attention pointed to NSA, and denials started and it appeared that NSA was indeed copping a look at domestic chatter.
I don’t hate you yet, but you’re pushing it.
From the reaches,