The boxfish must be hard to get down. It is a really FAT fish. Unlike puffer fish – that are all full of air… boxfish maintain their shape with bones. Kind of like the difference between the Goodyear Blimp and the Hindenburg.
(The heron is not in full adult plumage. I’d guess it is nearly 3 years old.)
On my day off – I made two trips to the post office to mail a Xmas package to my office. There was an altercation underway on my first trip. Carlton and I are famously averse to altercations. Life is too short for unpleasantries. Especially if some one might “Go Postal”.
I went to MickyD’s for an Egg McMuffin and picked up some sushi for my dinner. I broke out my wetsuit today and went for a nice leisurely swim. An altogether fine day off.
I don’t know if this link will work – but here is a nice article from the Post about being a cadaver at Georgetown. Try it. That is where Carlton is so supposed to be. Waiting for his turn on center stage.
Carlton, they are still fussing over you in AA. I know you would be saying “principles not people”. I am not fussing over you very much. I still wear my wedding ring. I imagine I’ll wear it until I die. I may have “something” done with your ring when I get home. There will be no Carlton shrine in my home. The Carlton shrine is in my heart.
I may not be fussing over you, but I miss you like crazy. Especially all the time.