Early judgment: Guilty

 

I am major-ly disappointed in the alleged criminal mastermind, Elizabeth Holmes, on trial for scamming millions from investors for Theranos, a biotech company that aimed to produce health diagnoses from a single drop of the patient's blood. Maybe a couple drops.

Not disappointed because her company crashed, burned, cratered, disintegrated. Not because Theranos caused major damage to famous men on her board of directors.

The source is her defense: a man made me do it.

What a coward. Her Sisterhood membership card must be found and burned.

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Oh come on ... really?

 

I know my problems don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, but for f-ing's sake.

A bat flew in when I opened the back deck's screen door to let a cat in, 7 p.m.-ish Aug. 30.

Catastrophic fires, floods, hurricanes, earthquakes, victory for the American Taliban's gynophobia.

I got a bat. Curse words fail.

The cat, at least, showed me where the bat landed, clinging high up on a wall. I would have found it anyway because it was making chirping noises. Standard size, dark fur.

While it did loops around the living room, I closed doors — bathroom, bedrooms, laundry. Closed window blinds, so that the door to the deck was the only light source.

Opened the screen. Stepped back.

Bat flew to freedom.

I gotta get me some better curse words.

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