The whole reason I tried Dr. Squatch was because the deodorant I was using made my armpits itch. No luck with the Dr. - my pits are itchy once again. I must be sensitive to something in both deodorants.
Back to the drawing board.
In other news, I have a new house. 2 1/2 story Victorian built in 1906. I am going to buy a cane and a monocle....
Works well, and so far my body hasn't rejected it.
In other news, my cat is deeply neurotic.
I'm allergic to aluminum, apparently, so most standard deodorants are right out. I'm currently trying Dr. Squatch. It's 1pm and my pits still don't stink (yet) so all's well....
Played last night on Board Game Arena with friends from California and Maryland. While digital gaming does leave some things to be desired, it was nice to catch up with people before and after the games. And while Zoom meetings are not the same as in person meetings, my wife and I are learning to adapt.
Race for the Galaxy is fun. You draft planets and development cards to earn resources and victory points, or bonuses to future actions. You pick one action every round and gain a bonus for that action, but you can still perform other actions (without the bonus) if someone else picks that action for the round. It's another one of those games that's easy to play but I suspect there is a lot of underlying strategy that none of us are getting yet. I like the theme of building an interstellar empire, although, apart from the card art, the theme could have been anything at all. It's an older game, but still fun in my opinion.
Oh yeah, I forgot to report in my previous post that I'm going to Vegas in November. In the (presumably still) middle of a pandemic. I'm seeing friends I haven't seen in 29 years. I've resolved, of late, to endeavor to visit friends and family more often as the years roll on. No telling how many years are left in which to do so. Who knows, November may already be too late. Still, I'm pleased at the thought of getting out and about again. It has been too long. I just hope I'm not taking an unnecessary risk at the expense of my loved ones.
I started off today writing a post on pop culture. Then I realized I was just copying the tone of other blogs I read. Better to be bad originally than to be bad derivatively. This feels like a waste of time. I have no thoughts I feel compelled to put to posterity. It has all already been said by the Beatles: Love is all you need.
Also better to briefly say nothing than to say the same and be long winded....
Nothing to say today. Got a new laptop at work, and two monitors and two docking stations. I have to say, so far the pandemic has been very good to me, comparatively. My house hasn't burned down, I still have a job, I like the people I live with, and no one I love has gotten sick, yet.
I always feeling like writing without a purpose (other than writing itself) is a waste. I suppose any form of practice breeds a certain amount of skill.
Tonight I go fishing with my daughter. Then it's off to an AA meeting (online) and then, if I'm not already falling asleep, an ego-crushing game of Scythe online. Pretty good day, all things considered, if anything goes according to plan.
