A pint of Tilda

Like the reformed Ebenezer Scrooge, the American Red Cross has been as good as its word. After I complained on Facebook about the almost daily messages I was getting from their telemarketers, they struck my phone number AND e-mail address from their rolls. In fact, and to their credit, they didn't even send me a reminder that I was signed up to donate at today's blood drive at the Episcopal Church of the Advent. (Yes, I remembered to go anyway.)