This first bit was posted to Google Plus. (Good morning. Or whatever. I mentioned last week I've been doing my blog for over ten years now. I'm going to share in this box the way I shared early blog entries. The only difference is that the pictures have to be clickable down at the bottom, instead of inserted with html.)
I slept in this morning. When I looked at the phone it said 8:51. That seemed quite like enough to be going on with. Getting older is funny that way. The sky is lazily spitting snow at us again. Most of our snow this winter has been so; occasionally it sticks together at the surface, but not with any earnest effort. Today we're going to see Parsifal through the Met's live streaming program, but instead of going to our usual big movie movie theater, we're going to our #2 spot; Newport on the Levee. That's one of the places (along with Monmouth St., such serendipity, you don't even know) I'll go to for a date with myself, but when it's warmer out. Anyway. We think Newport AMC might have better speakers for HD opera than Milford Rave. I hope so.
Oh! (Most of) You don't know this because I don't blog all the details anymore since we have "social media" and also now and then I use discretion, but a few days ago, someone ransacked my car and stole my Kindle Fire out of it! I...replaced my key battery after that happened. The oddly good news is that I have "extra" money this month, so I ordered the Fire HD and it should be arriving today. I got the same size; I like it to fit into a handbag, but it will have better sound, better wi-fi, and double the hard drive space.
It would not be easy for a typical hoodlum to break into our house, but leaving the car in the driveway, that should be safe as anything where I live. Yet it was not. I felt just creepy and awful, but a person I know online had her whole house broken into recently, and that had to feel much, much worse.
When I went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and retrieve my laptop, this enchanting message appeared on my phone:
I have many friends at G+ and talk to them semi-privately more often than not, but when I post public links, sometimes I get responses that aren't super relevant to what I'm sharing. It doesn't matter much but you see the notification number and you're all "ooh, someone liked my thoughts...no, I guess not."
Finally, a word about March weather. March is typically very difficult for me, breathing-wise. But last year was super! Okay, it was a little creepy and "is the sun falling from the sky," and so forth, but I felt really, really good. Here are bits of data for you to look over if you can possibly muster interest.