I drove the rest of the way to Uncle Barry and Aunt Terri's house in the Twin Cities area today.

We went for a walk around a lake and then got malts and burgers for dinner. Probably the best malts I've had. Probably because they just tasted like milkshakes, you couldn't even detect malt flavor.

We talked for a long time, and Barry did a great job feigning interest in the somewhat eccentric measures I take to secure my digital privacy and protect against digital addictions.

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