The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

No Connection

Lately when I log in to my email on my phone a pop-up notification appears and says ‘No Connection.’

And I feel like, nuh uh phone, I’ve got connections. How about my wife, huh? And my kiddo, and family? Could I use more friends? Sure, yeah, who couldn’t?

Do I wonder if the mail carrier informed the neighbors that that lanky guy who lives near them writes postcards to Ellen, and since then they have come to fear me and whisper in the shadows about me? Sure, who wouldn’t harbor that worry?

Am I so desperate to think of a post that I choose some small thing and then pose a series of ridiculous questions around it? I couldn’t tell you, because I’m too busy writing a masterpiece.

Am I about done here? Um. Yeah I guess so.

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