Listening to Watership Down, only fair that I would come upon a rabbit while doing my early morning laps around the Asylum.
Not much to that picture is there? Well that is sort of how I am feeling about now. All I have to do is nothing. That is my job. Do nothing. Go nowhere. Sorry to complain. But, I am really bad at this.
Gratitude
Time for some serious gratitude.
Don’t have Covid. And all of my friends are negative. As of when they were tested.
Don’t have shingles. A friend has shingles.
Have enough to eat. More than enough if you ask my clothes.
Nice early summer weather today.
I got the European wasp out of my window again today. Is there a hive somewhere near my window?
Jerry was over 90. His wife died several years ago. He was one of the founders of the 401 Club. Much like the famous 420 meetings. Except these were a group who gathered outside our saloon for cocktails everyday as soon as it opened. The regulars got older. Much older. Jerry was there up until early March when the bar closed. 401 members came with their caregivers. Our bartenders watered their drinks, substituted grape juice, served non-alcoholic beer.
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