Junk Email

I mentioned junk e-mail a few days ago. Now one recent piece of Trumpublican junk demanding my support warned me that I had a last chance to preserve my reputation.

When I was seven years old, that just might have worked. Upon being told that I was nearsighted, and would need to wear glasses, I objected to my mother that wearing glasses would hurt my reputation. Now that I’m fifty-nine, I deleted the presumptuous attempt to fleece me.

Pepitas

Back on Saturday, I removed several bags of acorn squash seeds from my freezer — I save the seeds when cooking the flesh of the squash — and roasted them in the oven with a little salt. Now, when I’m hungry and dinner will take a while, I can munch on a few high-protein pepitas to take the edge off my stomach’s complaints.