My dog just ate my shirt. Well, not the whole shirt, just the left underarm area where there is a chomp out of the cloth like you might see in a cartoon depiction of a dog going after someone’s shirt. My dog went in my closet and selected this shirt. Lest you decide to ask me why I allowed this to happen, let me just say that it’s never happened before. Almost nothing Swirl chews has ever been chewed before and it is this endless variety that keeps our minds off the pandemic that is chasing us down alleys and banging on the door as we speak. So I am oddly grateful for the diversion.

The southwestern style Dots are not bad. I order groceries online. And then a personal shopper texts me and starts telling me about all they things the store doesn’t have, like regular…