The Beautiful Gay (in Gaylord) (and the Uncly Uncle too)

We are here at the Uncly Uncle and The Beautiful Gay’s house here in Gaylord. There was snow here today. There was also snow in Sault Ste. Siberia, where we’re going tomorrow.

Is it bad that I was so wrapped up in flow-charting a picky little work thing this morning that I tried to download a flowcharting app to my phone in the Frog Hopper driving up here this afternoon to do some more flow-charting? Is it also bad that I was grumpy when I couldn’t download the flow-charting app because the 4G wasn’t strong enough to handle that app?

Somebody tell me how the damn debates go. I do not think I can watch.

In general, I have nothing else to say today. Actually, I probably have plenty to say but I can’t locate the quadrant of my brain in which it resides. That is a good thing. It means I spent the last few hours hanging out gabbing up a storm with some fun folks instead of hanging out in the Landfill Chitchen arguing about polly-ticks (or whatever) with the GG. And yes, we argue even though we are (I think) largely on the same wavelength. At least this time around.

Good times. Good food. Mouse turds were found. Oops, I probably wasn’t supposed to say that… (Hey, we have ’em too…) Alas, the debates are now on… I’d rather be watching Honey Boo Boo >wink< but I’ll do my best >wink< >wink<


Good night from Gaylord,

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