Down the Rabbit Hole

 

          I proved to myself again the wisdom of not feeding the addiction. It’s hard to remember now how it got started again – I just know that I fell deeper and deeper without even realizing it.

          Yes, I returned to Facebook.

          Now I remember – My Guy sent me a graphic summary of the Odyssey. And, while my visit to the world of faces wasn’t twenty years, like Odysseus I did lose time from my life forever. Okay, an hour and a half, but at my age how much do I have to spare?

 

          On the plus side, should we ever have triplets in the family, I learned how one enterprising father created multiple-kid strollers, swings, and shopping cart seats.

          I saw how to use an egg, dish soup, baking soda, and vinegar to unclog a toilet.

          I revisited the Asher House, a dog sanctuary that I used to follow daily. Cute dogs and a muscle-bound owner – why not?

          I studied several videos on how to improve my pickleball game. Funny how after I watched one, another would pop up. And then another. Algorithm anyone?

          Most importantly, I now have a very promising recipe for chicken breasts with feta, spinach, and grape tomatoes.

 

          And I did manage to extricate myself before I saw any commentaries by friends who I would think less of if I really knew their political leanings, the main reason why I never go to F Land.