I haven’t been able to swim for a week – today the ocean was really too choppy to swim. But, I went for a swim. It was great to be in the water again. (didn’t take the camera. swimming was all I could manage) And, I got about 5.25 miles on the fitbit. So, I am getting back to normal.
And, back to back VOG free days.
Three weeks from now I start back to the asylum. And four weeks from tomorrow – I’ll be back home at The Home.
I am resisting the temptation to buy clothes or footwear for the little detour to The Grand Canyon. Which is hard, because I like shopping – especially at our fine little thrift shop.
A friend pointed out that “trump” is British-speak for “fart”.
The so-called Orange Lord says that the very dishonest press is covering up terrorist attacks. Well, why doesn’t he tell us about them? He is coming unhinged.
But, no martial law or nukes deployed, YET.