or 3-5 business days. Gotta love email. It’s Quiet. Ahhhh can you hear it. To be continued when I want, where I want, and sadly to whom I want. Since some of my millions of followers also email me, I’m going to call myself out. Busted. I might read your email, I might answer your mail, or a might save it till later. Which we all know moves down down down the black hole and just maybe never to be seen again. Ahhhhh. Quiet. While vacaying in a lovely spot with lovely sunshine and maybe(?) lovely people there was one huge problem. THEY WERE FREAKING TOOOO LOUD!$@!?! They SHOUTED their conversation. And they had very BORING conversation I was forced to listen to. One day I had to leave the beach as the boring beeahches just yelled away. Fine. To the pool poor me. MARCO. POLO. MARCO. AAAHHHH!&$!! What’s a sun seeking wench to do sniff. I can’t figure out if everyone is just hard of hearing or truly believe their knee replacement is that fascinating. It’s not. And embarrassing to this Boomlennial who tries not to pull the old person card too often. Fake it till you make it. Even if you can’t hear nod and smile. I can’t see you anyway and we all know I’m oh-so-interesting. Especially when I drink. Soooo interesting. I am enjoying the quiet right now and grateful for the low hum of peace. Now that is quite a good line. THE LOW HUM OF PEACE. See. Not so good anymore. Advice. Keep it down. Don’t get on my last nerve. Gosh I just love that line. The low hum of peace. Email me and let me know what you think wink wink.