I’m alive, although you can’t tell it from my disposition
Yes, this is a blog entry, but only so I don’t forget how to do it. I have no idea where I’ve been for the past two weeks. 90th birthday parties at N9NE Restaurant at the Palms, riding the VIP elevator to Ghost Bar, at a Las Vegas 51s game to laugh at the Zooperstars, at a multitude of car dealers in an effort to buy yet another new car, at the Treasure Island buffet pigging out on homemade doughnuts, at the CoffeeFest convention, at University Medical Center visiting Nancy’s mom after a car accident… it would probably just be easier to list the places I haven’t been, but those don’t include the vet’s office or the grocery store. This just isn’t a pace I’m comfortable with, and added to working while I’m home, well, I’m ready to crawl into a cave to hibernate. At least there’s nothing to watch on TV other than The Daily Show.
Those of you who can’t read this because of Netscape and Firefox issues, well, you can’t read this so it doesn’t matter. I’m working on fixing the problem and maybe I’ll track it down this weekend. I hope to also get caught up with my book entries, and to post a million photographs, or at least a dozen. Goodnight Mrs. Calabash… zzzzzzzz….
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