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Our dog, Lily, is definitely an emotional-support animal, even if she doesn’t have a diploma.
Let me say up front that I am hardly a germophobe. (One look at my house would convince you.)
A journal of the COVID month: March 15: Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, all the public libraries are shutting down tomorrow until further notice.
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As anyone who has read my column for any length of time knows, I truly believe technology will be the death of me. Probably literally, when I can’t figure out how to call 9-1-1 on my cell phone as I’m having a heart attack. But I do have to admit that my iPhone has given me ways to interact with my young grandchildren that I wouldn’t have otherwise. “Interact” may be somewhat of an exaggeration in the case of the 4-year-old who has on occasion FaceTimed me eight times in a single day just so I’ll appear. As soon as I do, he chortles and hangs up. He just loves the power.
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