I worked and then watched Star Trek. I found another history book to read next week, and I found out that my dry shampoo comes in seven (eight?) different scents. Who knew, lol. I chose the pink can. It is supposed to be sweet, or something. I did not want to smell like a lime, a chocolate bar, a coconut, a tropical delight, or anything else. I just want my hair to be dry cleaned. Nobody needs to smell it!
To balance out the silliness, I came home and found out about the hunters in Alaska who shot a mama bear and cubs while the bears were in their den. These bears were monitored and the hunters were caught on tape. I do feel a full-on anti-absurd-hunting rant coming on, but I will save it for later. I think I can limit myself to one published rant per week, or something.
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)