Unplugged

An early-morning call, the crack of 11, and Ottawacker Jr.'s uncle came round to pick up the base for his xBox game, so that he could build a support to save our table. Which is getting battered. 
Ottawacker Jr. took it with remarkable good grace. I told him we were sending the console to the farm, so it could run around with all the other little consoles. He looked at me, uncomprehending. Mrs. Ottawacker merely shook her head. 
Life, in 2023, seems remarkably similar to life in 2022.