My phone indicates that between 3 PM and 6:30 AM, I received twenty-nine SPAM or marketing calls. Unfamiliar numbers are silenced so I am not interrupted or aggravated by their frequent intrusions. At 3 PM on Friday, I deleted 40+ such calls that had arrived between 6 AM and 3 PM. I have taken the time to “block callers” and they still come through. I receive approximately 12-16 similar text messages each day and will type in “STOP” when indicated or block those numbers. They still manage to find their way back to my inbox. I receive several text messages each day with a greeting to “Reginald.” Interesting.

At the moment, it is forty degrees, and we shall only see a high of forty-five. This trend of hanging in the forties is with us for a spell.

It’s my last free Saturday for several months, and I am anxious because I am not finding anything to interest me. Nothing appeals to me. It may end up being a day at home. So be it. I am sure the pooches will love having me home. They got me, yesterday, as my body was in high revolt, and I remained home and in bed.

At the moment, Colonel Deeds and Hoskins are playing full and hard, pissing off the grand duchess, Erma, who sometimes will climb on her high horse and install herself as the playground monitor when it suits her.

It’s been one month since darling Bailey passed away. I still miss my little girl.

On with my day.

Make it a great day!