Sweaty Armpits? Alan Jackson - Leaning On The Everlasting Arms (Live)

Somewhere close to SIX HOURS of sleep. I can tell it made a difference.

I spent all morning turning vegetable ingredients into food. 

Plan A was to remind self of usual pre plague Sunday travel practices. 

Plan B was stay put. We will not discuss sartorial standards except for it is good to have the option to turn video off. 

Plan C is to meditate upon the electronic equivalent of prayer on public right of way.

Luckily singing and references to singing and auditions for earworm of th week intervened.

As for that part about God and sweaty armpits...think #ArcticHeatWave and global #ClimateCrisis


                

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