Thursday

Today’s jello looks a lot like yesterday’s jello. I may get bored with the Jello Series real soon now. Maybe it comes in different colors? Maybe the inmates like bright orange? Stay tuned.

Photographing wasps has that little element of adventure for me. I am not much concerned that bees will sting me – but wasps – I am not so sure.

Knocked out a couple of report programs this morning at the hospital. Who would have thought that after 50 years, I’ll still be slinging a little code from time to time. (Don’t worry, no one’s life depends on my coding skills. Just little reports. Not life support.)

Note to Carlton: I found 26 cents yesterday and 11 cents today. One of my widow friends says when she finds a toothpick on the floor she assumes it is just her hubby checking in to see how she is doing. I figure that sidewalk coins are you checking up on me. And for 26 cents – you must have been damn interested. I am doing fine. Thank you very much.

Dinner with new old friends here at the asylum this evening. Which is a good thing, because that way, I missed the evening news and the latest The Donald outrages. (Dinner was chicken, pretty good cornbread – the sweet northern variety, and lemon meringue pie.)