I Don’t Even Know

Widespread AT&T cell phone outage. Change Healthcare/OptumRx cyber attack that affected retail pharmacies on the Eastern US coast, including insurance and coupon savings cards. The US landed on the moon for the first time in 50 years. What a day. 

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