The thing about going back to this journal, the inevitability of days when I simply have nothing to say here.
Black beans and rice and chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs for dinner. If there isn't a word for processed meat that is shaped to look like what it was in life, there ought to be.
Our annoying upstairs neighbor, whose girlfriend was a QAnon loon and Trumpite, is moving out and taking his noisy dogs with him. A truck with Motivated Movers emblazoned on the side came today to take all their crap away. And yeah, he's a Trumpite, too, but she's the one yanked her Facebook page down the day on the insurrection.
Later,
CRK
1:45 p.m.
