I am still not complaining. That was my New Years Resolution. Yes. I know veer. Dang it! My backspace key does not function. But I am not complaining. It makes me slow down. My enter key does not working. No. I did not get the warranty. I would not like to talk about it, either. Today, I dug a hole. It was very deep. I filled it with peat moss. Tomorrow it will fill up with rain and saturate the peat moss with so much water, that it will take 1 year to evaporate. And then it will rain back down on my garden. I know this will happen. I read about it in a book and I followed the directions. Anyway. I have made a decision. Tonight, before I go to sleep. I am going to make the best pizza in the world. It will taste like the ones in Naples. Unfortunately, I am out of spaghetti sauce. What would a Neapolitan housewife do if she ran out of sauce for the pizza.? I’m not borrowing. I don’t want people to think I act like Debbie. I swear to God. Not that I’m complaining or anything. I don’t say a word. Nor sir. Not me. Everything is perfect. If only I can convince the rest of the world that everything is perfect. That would be amazing. That would be harmony.