Some time ago I joined an online book group. Real life ones never seem to be at times and place where I can participate. Generally the group chooses books I’ve already read and I linger, and when its a book I haven’t read I try to be involved. There are several very active chatters in the group who are related (siblings I guess) who tend to chat within the group about various oddball memories. I ignore that stuff although it fills up the in box. One of them also has a tendency to show herself to be terribly ignorant of anyone who isn’t just like her.  She tends to validate herself by talking about various foster kids and “friends” she’s involved with. (I’m not a racist some of my best friends are…. type stuff)

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My stomach is rebelling… against what I don’t know. The kiddo is still in agony with her busted tailbone and having her own troubles courtesy of the meds she’s been given. We are flopping around wasting the day.

Netflix has decided that the problem with the hold on my account is part of the same system problem they’ve had with getting movies out. Hmmm… couldn’t they tell me that to being with?