My phone rang vibrated at work this morning. It was Mouse and I jumped. I really do not like phones. I liked phones when I was a little kid and could call my grandma or my friend Laurie or my friend Helen or sometimes my dad at the bank. “Is Jack Finlayson there?” All the nice ladies would get my dad right away. They liked me (I think?). I don’t know why because I was pretty much a brat. Later on, it became a game of waiting for the dern phone to ring. Where is my boyfriend? He said he would call, roight? And still later, phones were often a bearer of bad news. Once, a few years ago, I answered a call from my mom by asking, “Who died?” Who indeed? I forget who now. And I don’t *ever* ask that any more because *so* many of The Commander’s friends have died, not to mention my dad, brother, and a bunch of my uncles and aunts. Those people were supposed to live forever! What the heck happened?

Well. Even though email (et al) is my favorite way of talking to people, of course I also use my phone. There are certainly times when a phone is useful but I do not understand those folks who are constantly on the phone. In their vee-hickles, or wherever. I can’t do that. I suppose that I live under a rock though.

So, my phone rang at work this morning. It was Mouse wondering what the heck the loud noises in the Blue and Only Bathroom were that woke her up this morning. She thought I was slamming cabinet doors and stuff. Her room is adjacent to the Blue and Only Bathroom. I can understand. Well, not. It took me a minute to remember that, after I got into the shower today, there was a sort of a crash. Something fell on the floor. It wasn’t in the shower and it wasn’t me. I peered out. There was an odd looking thing on the floor. I didn’t know what it was but things seemed stable, so I continued with my shower. What was it? It was some sort of shaving device that fell out of the medicine cabinet all on its own. I picked it up and put it back in the cabinet and got dressed and went for my walk and headed off to work.

I don’t know what else to say. Stuff happens. I’ve lost my train of thought but my shillelagh is at the ready. Onward and upward, like the Algolake there in the pic.

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