Shh

We finally have the internet back today after more than a week of its absence.  In fact, I haven't had a consistent internet connection since I left my old house on May 13.  So I guess that's eleven days.  But I only got on to say one thing: check out the American League standings and look at who's knocking on the door of .600.  While you're looking at it, compare that team's record to that of the Blue Jays, Red Sox, Yankees, Tigers, and Angels.  It turns out we were right all these years.  All we needed was pitching.

Now, shh.  Don't say anything.  You might jinx it.

Contemplation

Today, I finished loading the trailer and watched the guy drive it
away. Then I walked next door and disassembled the dog run I bought
from my neighbor. Then I came home and read twenty pages of Les
Miserables. Then I lay on my air mattress on the floor of my empty
living room and thought about the last three years.

My last class was certified yesterday, so I am officially a doctor of
jurisprudence. But with all my book learnin', I couldn't remember what
duty of care my neighbor owed me in case I got bitten by that black
widow whose nest I destroyed while disassembling the dog run. Maybe
there's a reason nobody calls us "doctor."

At least I spotted the issue.

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