Still Alive

OAFS Photo

So I'm still reveling in my sloth, my desire to do absolutely not much, my need (if you will) to be completely unproductive.

And, of course, enjoying every minute of it.

If you look at the photo above, to the right, you will notice the 12 foot tall skeleton advancing from the bushes towards the street in front of Chez Nuke et Tuttle. I didn't notice it when I arrived on Sunday. Good thing too, it would have freaked me out.

But grandson Roberto briefed me on that scary individual before I stumbled upon him on my own. It's pretty impressive, even has eyes that will track your movements.

Weird, and scary. Just the thing a six year old boy would find fascinating.

As for me?

Started watching a series on Netflix, The Diplomat. Not bad, rather entertaining.

Life goes on, The Missus Herself is in the air as I write this, returning to the continental US from Korea. She'll spend some more time with her Stateside sisters then come back to me next week.

Damn, I miss her.

The knee is better, not great, but healing. Such are the perils of aging. Things which would heal in days now take months. Oh well, better'n being dead I suppose.

Carry on.