I got the message. I didn’t drink the water in Samoa. And, about all I ate was beef jerky (thanks Billy), instant oatmeal, and peanut butter (no jelly) sandwiches. Most days, I had one carefully selected meal out. Something from McDonalds, powdered eggs, grilled wahoo sandwiches and SteinLager. Today, I loaded up the fridge with fruit, veggies, cheese, chicken, yogurt – real food. And, by the way – I seem to have avoided any food borne illnesses. But, I don’t want anymore peanut butter (no jelly) sandwiches for a while.
Just got my 1443 images off the SD cards and out of Shamu the Phone and into the Lightroom. 100 images. That is my goal.
Nothing evil in the the mail packet from the asylum. But, I have a suggestion: Turn the surveillance of suspected terrorists over to my college alumni team. I have been trying to escape from them for 50 years. I have moved lots of times. I have NEVER told them where I am. They still think I am married to my starter husband. But, the bastards find me. They have tracked me to the old ladies asylum.
Wishing you all good things in the coming year, girlfriend. Love you.