Working on photos today. And, you know. I haven’t a clue why I am doing it. Because my photos are about as ephemeral as I am. I am the only person left who cares about them. And, when I am gone. They will be gone too. Actually, I was working on 2019 photos. 2019 was the “Last Year of Before Time”.
While working on the photos and being quasi-quarantined I was also waiting for the bars to come down again at The Asylum. There was a meeting about restrictions today. But no directives or strong suggestions were forthcoming, YET.
I am rather enjoying quasi-quarantine. I escaped down the stairwell today and went for a walk and I stopped at the grocery. Walking makes my back happy. After consuming a near-lethal dose of ibuprofen yesterday. And not doing anything stupid. And doing a walk today. My back is getting better. (Also having a surprisingly good glass of zinfandel. That helps,)
My short-term survival plan is to ignore anything that displeases me. Which is pretty much what I do anyhow. And, to know that “I can always leave”. Try to avoid Asylum drama. No, don’t try. Avoid.
At least old age ain’t boring.