Yo so I got a call from some random sounding young Australian woman asking for Alex. I assumed she'd be the mother of one of my son's friends as he makes a lot of friends.
It turned out they were saying they knew me in camperdown four years ago and I was with a blonde lady. Hmmm. Just to be sure, Camperdown is the name of the area where some scruffy looking guy that looked like he'd actually know my buddy Marx, in a city if over four million, so much so, that when he got on the bus I was driving, he actually said he did know him and had just returned from visiting him in south Australia state. Alex also had his tonsils out in the hospital in camperdown almost four years ago. And I did have a friend called Alex in the neighborhood at the time that I visited with Alex after a follow up checkup way after his surgery.
So this is a suburb, Camperdown, not to be confused with a crashed Winnebago or spatial connections in a Winnebago or a goose down sleeping bag or the like.
I mentioned the suburb's name earlier as Newtown however the two are connected and interchangeable. Kind of like Bedford Stuyvesant and the next suburb are connected in queens or wherever BedStuy is.
Anyway. My last day off work. Definitely the kids and mrs' voices are giving me headaches, no doubt about it. Did a ton of exercise today and yesterday as compared to the usual nothing. Wintertime is not the time to cut grass so my side business is basically zero and missing out on exercise. Tested negative for covid but once I hear my kids or Mrs talk these days I start getting a headache. If I go away and lie down or walk, whatever, it goes away.
Maybe I'll need to spend a week or two away from home or something.
I never mentioned my middle child Bella as being most friendly or nicest to me, however she's a great kid and an amazing soul, no doubt about it. Like having a unique and strong minded person like Margaret Thatcher for a daughter or something, pretty amazing and wonderful. Still giving me a headache same as everyone else though, no doubt about it.
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