We’re going to need some insect repellent for a trip. Don’t have enough on hand. We could go to the store for some more, but hey, look what we have left over from our Alaska trip.
If this will knock down a bear just try to imagine what it will do to a few puny mosquitoes.
Bam!
One might think I would be 77 years old today, and they could be excused for that because, after all, I was born in 1945.
That aside, we’ve selected a different reporting method under which I am currently 56 and a half. We’re now only counting from the day we got married.
We’re led to believe the holidays are a stressful time of year. I thought I’d better check on the dogs to see how they’re doing.
Henry.
He seems to be hanging in there.
Jesse.
Yeah. I think she’s dealing with the challenges.
And me, woke up this morning after nine hours of sleep. On my back, mouth open, couldn’t close it because my lips were stuck to my teeth. So far so good. Judy’s doing the best she can on Nyquil.
Well, except for the weather. It changed again. No more 80 degree days for a while. Now we’re in the 50s and 60s. A little damp. Not camping weather for sure. Not for us anyway.
Didn’t get out today, so no new bird pictures. I’ll send out a dinner picture instead.
My (should be) world famous grilled wings!
I don’t have any new bird pictures to send out. Maybe I can get out tomorrow and find a picture of something.
In the meantime, there has been an unexpected feature of covid for us. We started distancing three years ago at the start of the pandemic. We haven’t gotten covid yet, and we haven’t gotten any other sort of respiratory malady either. No flu. No crud. No bronchitis. Neither one of us has been sick for three years!
It’s safe to say this now, we’re not inviting the end of a streak, because the streak has just broken. Judy feels crummy. Cough. Sore throat. No fever though. We did the covid test and happily it’s negative. Probably just a cold.
Neither one of us has had covid, but most everyone else we know has. We’ll hope this not-covid that Judy has now will pass quickly and we’ll be back to our energetic selves soon. Not really any practical way to isolate in this small house. We’ll just stay together, away from everybody else, and whatever one of us gets, we’ll both get. Besides, how’s she going to get better if somebody isn’t rubbing her feet every night!
