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It was an eventful week. Our new dishwasher is making our dishes cleaner than they've been in years. My mother continues to do more things for herself, including making breakfast and lunch each by herself at least once this week. Today she also consulted with her lawyer, and the tax experts, who told her she owes $1400, which is actually way less than she's sometimes owed in recent years. (Mine are long paid. I owed eight bucks total.) I am starting to consider when I'm going to try to record my song, and also when I might go out on the weekends again, since mom would probably be okay on her own for a few hours. But neither will be this weekend, I fear, if only because the amount of pollen in the air is too much for both such things. Instead, my sister may or may not take us furniture shopping.
This evening, however, I am in mourning for Robert McNeil. My memories of him aren't nearly as strong as they are for Jim Lehrer, since I was still fairly young when he left the PBS News Hour that was always on in the evenings in our house during my childhood. But still, they were McNeil/Lehrer. There was a time I thought they were the news, when it didn't even occur to me that anyone else might be delivering it. I still suspect they were probably better than the vast majority of the other people doing it anyway. Now they're both gone.
I just played another forty minutes of Baldur's Gate 3. I might be getting into a place where I can live with the lag. I think I failed to make very game-savvy choices during the first big action sequence, but what the hells, I'll live with it.