This is a quick update today just before supper. I hope that you are well.
I endured another work week—working from home on Monday and Tuesday but at the office from Wednesday through Friday. The schedule is based on the bureaucratic insanity, which is spawned by the folks in the Ivory Tower in Nashvegas. They need to be educated. My significant “whatevers” in my left shoulder, right knee, and right foot do not prevent me from working for a living.
Earlier today, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had a haircut from 9 AM to 10:48 AM. She paid $158 on the debit card, which included a 30% tip. In contrast, I had a haircut at 11 AM. It took about ten minutes. I spent $20 in cash, plus an extra $20 as a COVID-19 tip. My fine barber deserved it. I have been giving him the $20 tip since the "new crown virus" started. He has to cut hair by appointment, not taking walk-ins as barbers used to do when we were a free people in a free nation.
I am the oldest of four brothers. My next-to-oldest brother called my cell phone at 3 PM on the dot. We talked until 4:28 PM. Apparently, his family and he were getting along well enough. He and I both have the everlasting perspective on life. Are you returning soon, Lord?
I may publish another article tomorrow, which will include other points of conversation. Until then, “When’s supper ready, dear? I’m hungry!”
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