Having sooo much fun with Alexa! Imagine sitting on your couch in your living room and suddenly you get the urge to hear a particular song and so you simply say, “Alexa, play Milkshake by Kelis.”

Or you suddenly remember that you have to get toilet paper at the store but your hands are full or wet from scrubbing a pot and so you say, “Alexa, add toilet paper to the shopping list.”

I loved how I got up this morning and, unable to have my coffee right away due to my meds, being able to say, “Alexa, set the timer for 45 minutes.” At any moment afterward, I could ask, “Alexa, how much time is left?” and she would tell me.

The problem I was having with a few sites due to the newcomer in the park being on our frequency stopped a couple of days ago, but Tom is still having trouble. He’s about 60’ from the Wi-Fi, though, whereas I’m about 24’.

Going to make us some scrambled eggs, then head to Sam’s Club later to pick up my meds in the new dose of 50mcgs. Might go for a bike ride first, even though it’s cold and foggy.

The corner garage guy has a full-fledged workshop setup, I’m sorry to say. We could hear hammering coming from in back of the garage when we rode by yesterday. So he hammers in back and saws in the garage. Still, I’m fucking sick of it. I don’t care if it’s his job. I don’t care how much he enjoys it. I don’t make people listen to my noise and therefore I should get the same respect in return. I didn’t come here for this shit anyway.