Whimsy

I used to believe that my back went out more often than I did.

When my dentist told me at a recent appointment that I was doing a better job flossing my teeth and gums than I’d been doing the last four or five times I’d seen him, I was disappointed.

This is a quasi-follow-up to Friday’s quasi-discussion about people reading on Facebook about the quasi-symptoms of a medical condition and assuming they indeed have that condition.

Facebook occasionally runs ads for medical products or services we don’t know we need until we pore over the list of symptoms and decide we’re suffering from every single one of them.

With so many people working in-, at and from home these days—yes, you’re being prepositioned—the concept of “outsourcing” has become a bit nebulous. A company’s own in-house employees have become consultants (I’m stifling myself from saying “outhouse employees” since I often am one of those.)

Somewhere in the United States RIGHT THIS MINUTE, someone is compiling a Top-Something list of nominees or winners.

Luxury autos that cost more than my first home and may have more square footage are re-dominating the new-car market. Some are gas-powered, some are electric, some are hybrids and for all I know, some are atheists.

I’ve decided that now may be the time for me to realize my lifelong dream of becoming a concierge, something that would require me to feign being a people pleaser. Here’s why.