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After hearing today about the pepperoni shortage, I have a bit of a hankering for a slice. I can't even remember the last time I had a slice of any kind of pizza anymore. But there are no promising places to take it out in our immediate areas, and we don't really trust the chains. I suppose if I got ambitious we could try buying the ingredients and making it ourselves. I did that once when I was in middle school, and the results were decent. I'd just have to remember exactly which kinds of ingredients we got.
Mom has watched some highlights from the Democratic convention. I'm not bothering. What they say now doesn't feel like it matters anymore. It'll be a great miracle if their intentions actually get a chance to matter next year. And I'll believe the assault on the post office is stopping when I hear an actual evidence of it. My dice apparently are supposed to be delivered today, "arriving late." Be rather late indeed at this point. I wouldn't even mind, if it wasn't for the lack of honestly and general underlying sabotage.