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“Plandemically” Speaking
When it rains, well…you know.
What’s the old saying, “We make plans and God laughs?”
Well, God must be laughing his somewhat-nonexistent ass off at this writer, who apparently hasn’t learned that making plans during a pandemic makes about as much sense as making your own bread.
Why bother? Unless kneading and beating the hell out of the Pillsbury Doughboy is a way to get your freak on. (I could get behind that.)
Even though I bitch and moan about being stuck indoors and the crappy weather and the Navel Orange-in-Chief and most recently — the extra five pounds that my scale “says” I packed on — I’m beyond grateful.
Grateful that my husband and I and our three cats have a nice roof over our heads and that he’s still working and we have plenty to eat (obviously) and more importantly, we’re not struggling to pay our mortgage. This last is amazing given that I haven’t received an actual paycheck in over two years. It takes diligence and a sharp eye on our finances, but we’re managing to keep abreast of the bills.
A Blessing, I Know
Indeed, in a time when so many decent, hard-working people don’t know how they’re going to feed their…
