When I got my covid test, it felt like the swab was as long as depicted here and that they were trying to see if they could push it all the way through my head. In the words of my doctor, “I’m going to touch your brain now.”
What did I do during the shelter-in-place nonsense? Personally, I had corona virus. Oh, and I wrote a novel and illustrated another. Very productive time!
And now, everyone I hear says it’s diverticulosis. I could look up and see if there’s a specific difference between the two, but I’m going to let you do that.
The one I don’t get is when people find it necessary to post a pic of their food. Who do they think cares? Are they (when I’m not looking) saying, “Oh look! Rachel posted a picture of an Allsup’s burrito that just looks divine!!”?
Instead of always trying to decide who gets bumped off the money in favor of Harriot Tubman, why not just come up with a new denomination? (For the record, I’m all for replacing Andy Jackson. He was a horrible president.)
