Grandma makes a save
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
St. Catharines, 2020.07.06
Grandma's been getting weird texts from some unknown party about "E06" needing a credit card for bill payment. We worked out that it was our storage unit in deepest, darkest Scarborough attempting through broken sentences to ask us for automated payment setup. I had thought that by supplying a credit card during our setup I had done so. I took care of it when so alerted, but would never have known.