Like I’m sure so many parents of young ones try to do (unless you’re Donald Trump and likely don’t give a damn what your youngest son sees and hears you do), we try to limit our swearing around Nathan. Additionally, when he sees or hears something involving swear words, we steer him away and explain why it’s bad.
I follow stuff on eBay a lot. It's a morbid curiosity or "window shopping" sort of thing. I like to find stuff in which I'm interested, follow it, and see how much it winds up selling (or not selling) for. A vast majority of the time, I'm not ordering it. Just watching.
I’m really struggling right now to come up with a photography idea for 2021. I don’t want to do more macro cassette covers. I’m not sure I want to do regular macro photos. I failed miserably when I tried to do short stories based on a photo.
Ah, the rare correct guess proffered up on Twitter by Tobi (@thebitster) with the late, great Robin Williams. Oh, and after re-reading what I just said in the first sentence, "rare correct guess" is a reference to guesses on Twitter, not guesses by Tobi. I swear. Practically nobody guesses on Twitter. I think I've gotten one other correct guess out of, at most, a handful of people trying to guess there. Not sure why it's not a popular outlet for guessing Macro Monday. Weird.
Today was our day to renew our insurance policies through Katie's employer. Not that we had a specific day, we just dreaded it so much that we put it off as long as humanly possible.
I was checking out Instagram today, getting a feel for how their user interface had changed with the most recent update, when I saw that on my profile my number of accounts I followed was a mere five less than the number of accounts that follow me.
Two weeks ago, our IT Dude from work came by my house to take my MacBook Pro. My battery was going bad and it wouldn’t hold a charge even when plugged in (Zoom drains a battery faster than it can recharge apparently).