“What’s the problem?” was a question this zetetic blogger considered asking last night on Twitter.
What’s the problem with my images for today?
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Even on days when there might seem to be fewer problems, our brains are still asking “What’s the problem?” What’s the problem with that?
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “what’s the problem?”
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Thanks to Jon Stewart and to everyone else who helped me ask “What’s the problem?” today, including YOU.
I can count several greatest friends of so many decades, Ann, that whenever we pick up our conversations it’s as if no time went by no matter how much really did. Then of course there’s my dear wife Karen, there for me every dang day. Yes I am a fortunate fellow.
I have no problem with all that, my good friend.
I have very few problems, but right now my problem is that a paywall sits between me and this article in the Seattle Times this morning. Thank the gods for Google: “The man who indicted Trump is a fast-moving Iron Man triathlete who “doesn’t like to sit there, playing with his food.”
Trump has a lot of problems!!! 🎉
One of the nice things about having friends is I find just talking to them about my problems make them a lot easier to deal with. The problems, that is. Generally my friends are already easy to deal with.
One of the nice things about doing this blog is that I met you, my friend.
my daughters for sure
For sure that is wonderful, my friend.
Scratching poles and fancy cats which have manicured their claws to solve their problem!
Pedicured, that is!
I have no problem with your comments, Maria!
I have some wonderful friends and in that way, I am rich. They are available to me when I have a problem that needs solving. 🙂