Hear Yourself Think

On a less existential note… we dined out last Friday for the first time. It was kind of nice. At 50% capacity, you could actually hear yourself think and carry on a conversation. Carter had his usual martini, but for health reasons, they couldn’t do a twist. Only a lemon wedge, sliced with gloved hands, handled only with tongs. I had the world’s largest glass of wine…

The deck is fully planted now. In another month it will hopefully be starting to blossom. I think I have a thing for the color red.

Then there’s me and Barney.

Life goes on.