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I don't often start writing this late in the morning, but when I do, I prefer it to come after a most unexpected turn of events. That's precisely what happened to me overnight and into the early hours of this Monday. Having become what some might call a creature of habit in terms of my 'night music', sticking with the National Weather Service for the last few days, I found myself craving a change. Not too long ago, I had been looking up videos on YouTube with my phone, or saving them to my PC to play overnight with the monitor turned off (during the brief period in which I did not have access to a smartphone). I decided to return to that tradition last night, giving my CC radio a rest and giving my phone the spotlight again. The video of choice was a simple one, just over five minutes long, a "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" parody featuring a computer-generated Donald Trump sitting in the hot seat with a computer-generated Meredith Vieira serving as the host. The first question was of the difficulty of the fifteenth, the one that serves as the last remaining roadblock standing between the contestant and the million-dollar grand prize (which Trump declared intentions of using to pay 0.12% of the money he has been sued for). As the question ("Which of these mathematical structures is used to describe the Quantum state space of a system of indistinguishable Fermions?") involves quantum physics, Trump was stumped--as almost anyone, outside of an elite group of physics specialists, would be--and was forced to use all of his lifelines, with humorous results. First, he used his 'Phone a Friend' lifeline to get in touch with Elon Musk, who used a neural link to download the answer into his brain. By the time he had it and was in the process of giving it to Trump, time was called with six seconds left, and the judges determined that Trump's time had indeed run out. Now down one lifeline, Trump opted to ask the audience. A horrible option under normal circumstances, but it soon becomes even worse as the show is doing a special 'mail-in audience vote' in cooperation with the Ohio Center for the Mentally Disabled...and predictably, the percentages are distributed near evenly, with Banach space (29%) narrowly edging out Fock space (26%). Now left with only the 50/50, Trump is hoping against hope to be led to the answer, only for two more options to materialize, only adding to the confusion. Realizing he is no closer to the correct answer than he was when the question came up, Trump takes a guess and selects Fock space. He is actually correct...except he isn't, as he selected "C" when "B" was the correct option (at which point Fock and Banach space switch places, with C then becoming Banach space and thus rendering him incorrect). Trump is left in total disbelief, and wastes no time in calling out the unfairness of the gameplay system, which he declares to have been 'rigged' to ensure he would not win. Meredith defends the staff and essentially chides Trump for being a sore loser, before concluding by thanking the Ohio Center for the Mentally Disabled, along with the George Soros Foundation for contributing the questions. It is quite funny on its own, and somehow works well as atmospheric slumber noise too. Or at least it would were it not for the fact that my longest USB-C cord is now having issues charging. I am not sure if the AC adapter that I was using had anything to do with it, from the standpoint that it may have potentially had an adverse impact on the long cord's charging capabilities, but now it cannot charge the phone at a fast enough rate for a gainful battery increase. In one of my storage containers, I managed to find three small chargers, none of which come to even a fraction of the length of the other one. The first one I tried works fine, and is charging the phone up right now. I am sure the CC radio is breathing a sigh of relief just as much as I am, for tonight it will be brought out of its brief retirement to once again serve the purpose it had fulfilled for several prior evenings. The National Weather Service, and its computer voice, will be my 'night music' yet again, and I don't have to worry about using a portion of my commissary (escrow) to invest in replacement charging cords. I am tempted to leave the phone at home today, so as not to jinx this good luck, but at the same time I truly enjoy sharing music with one particular coworker of mine. I was surprised to find out recently that he is actually eight years my senior; originally, I'd believed he was around my age, or just slightly younger. At one point I believed he was only 25; that is, until I caught a glimpse of a list of names eligible for the July-August 'Birthday Bingo' that is coming soon to the JARC day program. And sure enough, he was born in 1984, or as I've come to call it the "Year of the Orwell." If one good thing has come of getting to know him, it has been learning of the remarkably talented Itzik Kala and Eyal Golan, two legendary Israeli singers who have become folk heroes and cultural icons in their native land. Ironically, he likes to start the day with Tamir Gal, and one song in particular gets him in the mood for a fun day of work. I plan to start with that song today, and see whether it amps him up right away, or if he turns down the offer with a dejected "no like this one" or "that's every day." He may not be particularly happy to see I'm not wearing a red shirt today, but hopefully he'll still enjoy the orange number I have on, a polo shirt that is being 'repurposed' from a visit to the Boca Black Box to attend a "Let's Sing Taylor" tribute concert. Two hours of old hits and more recent songs, for a fraction of what the average consumer would pay to see the real deal in concert...and dare I say, the lead singer (Emily Victoria) makes for a better Taylor than Taylor herself. I don't say that lightly. It took some effort to find out she was portraying the "Swift" role yesterday afternoon, as the official website for the Let's Sing Taylor band doesn't list the names of the band members or link to their personal sites (which I know is done purposefully, in order to not betray the illusion that we are seeing the real deal, or at least not exacerbate the reality of the impersonation); unfortunately, the only email addresses on that site are intended for booking arrangements, and not fan mail to the members. I wrote to Ms. Victoria last night, to thank her for her passion and energy, and express my hope that she will continue to enjoy performing and making music. I hope people will hear her own material, as she is quite talented; all she lacks is the promotion that a heavyweight like Swift can generate. Or perhaps she prefers the comforts of a sense of obscurity. I also wrote to Ms. Patricia Rodriguez, the original voice of Sue Ellen Armstrong and Catherine Frensky on "Arthur" for the first eight seasons; the originally Montreal born-and-based actress now lives and works in London, where the time is five hours ahead of the United States. It is now lunch hour where she lives. I am not sure if I will hear back from either of them, but that does not matter to me a whole lot. One of my few regrets in life is not giving flowers to certain people. As much as possible, I hope not to waste the opportunities I have with those who are still here to smell them. Simply being able to say 'thank you' means the world. Anything beyond that is a bonus.