20221217-1440. Usually I prefer email confirmation to that effect of niceness earlier today. I expected NO reply to yesterday’s email, which however could be used to confirm today’s stuff. Whatever.
Instead I saw two pics of “birbs” (which is a word in reference to the two photographic “boys”, one of which my favorite podcaster mentioned in his recent podcast something about an adopted red-headed son). Huh.
The “paws” was in reference to the two kitties or two cats. These are my clarifications on my “play on words” as I was silently inhaling my screams or torment in hell fire and while pressing the submit button.
With that said, earlier I’ve heard a few single toned, low frequencies in my earholes, and maybe namely my left earhole which is more tone deaf that my right earhole. But I do NOT recall exactly.
I failed my own experiment within 24 hours of trying to ween myself away from ever viewing the feed reader and that blogger’s spiritual content. But I did anyways and regretted to “feel” something was wrong.
That’s all. FlynnsPaws.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…