It's Curtains

And 87° Here in the Pinelands

Agency of one reporting. The feed remains disgusting. The regime remains ignorantly grifting. The signal volume is down but not gone. The chickadees are moved in and working hard. The groundhog has been spotted and the squirrel showed up for a walnut. An almost two-mile forced march proceeded breakfast, and even after all that there was still more on the agenda:

This center of agency communications has a lot of curtains. I follow commands carefully when it comes to changing them seasonally. Deep red gold and black plant patterned thick winter drapes get replaced with lighter navy and light blue sheers.

I am not expert. I installed the hardware with much fanfare, but only as directed. I have since recovered. Thankfully, today’s work got done without bloodshed. Yes, I did have to redo part of the job because I missed one loop on the twelve-foot, six panel carrying rod above the double sliders (replaced and paid for) that separate the rear of the house from the small deck out back. My bad.

And then it was back to the feed, and more distressing news, but I held up my end. This Agency of one is in for the duration, with summer curtains filtering the blistering April sun.

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These times are stressful, yes, but I am grateful to have survived long enough to change the curtains one more time. Good vibrations from the Pinelands of New Jersey (what’s left of them, anyway). If you can stand the feed anywhere, try Notes here on this platform.