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It’s chilly and really windy. As a result, there was no way I was going to take the camera outside. There’s not much in the house that I haven’t blipped at one time or another, so selfie it is. I’m wrapped up in a hooded sweatshirt because I’m freezing. To be fair, it’s 65°/18°, a temperature I know would be welcome in a lot of places. All of the wind we’ve been having recently has stirred up a lot of pollen. I probably should wear a mask when I go outside so it doesn’t get into my lungs. I’ll use the nebulizer later if my cough starts getting worse. It’s no big deal right now.

I’m supposed to go play Bunco later. I haven’t played it in a decade, but I remember it being a lot of fun. I’ll have to brush up on the rules. There’s a ball game later this evening that I’ll probably watch. Other than that, I’ve pretty much finished the other things I had to do today.
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The sheepdog says to the farmer, “here are your 20 sheep.“
The farmer says, “but I only have 17 sheep.“
“I know,” said the sheepdog. “I rounded them up.“