I accidentally clicked on an ad for wrinkle cream and now my feed is filled with miracle cures. You’d think I'm 112 years old and very gullible.
I take a picture of the things Ozzie leaves on the living room floor whenever we've been away (chewed up pens, mangled paper towels, candy bags, etc.). I have a whole album devoted to his transgressions. Fortunately the album devoted to his cuteness has considerably more pictures.
Per the above, I've spent much of my time during quarantine organizing the photos on my phone. Watching all of Netflix took less time