February 21, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: February 21, 2025, coconut pyography?
Five years ago today: February 21, 2021, the purpose of liberals.
Nine years ago today: February 21, 2017, Windows 2017?
Random years ago today: February 21, 2003, plainly a calendar post.

           I’m out. Agt. M was at the door 11:00AM prompt and I left with unfinished paperwork. Hey, I warned them not to do that. Am I ready? Yes, to live somewhere with assistance but no, not quite to be on my own. I was not hungry and my appetite is shot (and remains that way into the next week) but we stopped at Culver’s. I’d never heard of the place, it’s yet another fast-food joint. Here is M bringing back my complimentary ice cream serving. Nice, but everything still has that cardboard taste—and no aroma. Coffee I can smell, but none of these un-American places sell coffee.

           He’s keen on news events and I see I didn’t miss much. The same old crap and another useless war pending in the middle east with the US backing hugely unpopular Israeli moves. Yes, I’ve lost weight, it’s too bad they didn’t do a little lipo while I was under. The family put in a recliner chair for me and I sank into it. The medical routines have me accustomed to shallow sleep cycles of around two hours, a serious lapse in their thinking patterns.

           The kids are ecstatic to see me, which is understandable because I can play kid games and read kid books. Which is how I spent the afternoon. I learned that Mouse Trap is still a thing. Just with a lot more plastic parts. I managed from the car to the recliner, where we gladly sat quietly, talking robots, cars, and the situation. His own injuries have been acting up again. That puts us like the early days of the club, where we have to do every project with an added safety plan.

Picture of the day.
Australian-size John Deere.
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           And I’m no longer the champ. If I knew the strategy ever, it’s gone. So here is the kiddo that beat me two out of three. Which sounds better than two out of two. Although the coffee is much better, it is not the same as home. While in the institution, the TV played an ad for this coffee machine I wanted to check out. Now I cannot find my notes, but it is called Nespresso.

           You’d think that would be easy to find. Worse, there are dozens of designs in the $200 range that do not look like what I saw. Yep, these zoomers have not yet begun to feel the backlash of the chaos they have created for themselves. To think, the computer was supposed to solve the issue of fifty different standards.

           Not only did the anesthetic cause my eyebrows to disappear, they are growing back in an irregular pattern. Now I look surprised at everything. Note, that although Agt. M’s place is completely wired for Internet, it is for entertainment only. There is no provision to research anything. No mouse, no keyboard, no way to use any search engines except local like youTube and music.

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