There were a couple of good prompts this week. One was to choose a picture of myself with one of my pets (in this case, a cat) and write about it, but I changed my mind. (The answer to that is "Thank goodness! Does this one work any better?")
I’m using the block editor that everyone hates so much, not because I have to (there’s always the original one), but because eventually I’ll have to, anyway. There are still some problems with it, but I can work around them. So that’s changed.
Everything has changed, no thanks to the damn Covid-19, but I think we’ve beaten that dead horse long enough. I look forward to the day that everything gets back to normal — the real normal, the way things were before this happened, not some "new normal." When that’ll be is anyone’s guess. I guess one of the things that’s happening now is that we have a shortage of change, as in pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters. Not that most of us use change, or paper money these days. These days everything goes on a credit card, then we pay the bill at the end of the month. One day, I guess money will become just numbers in accounts.
I remember a saying, "The only person who likes change is a baby." And the older you get, the less you like change. I’m resigned to it. Embracing it, now that’s another story…