I am fully vaccinated, so I should be livin' da life again. Mostly, however, I am not, so I don't take pictures. No pictures? No posts. I think of myself as a word-nerd but...this time it's been almost three weeks since I last posted. Oy. That puts my word-nerd-hood in jeopardy, for sure.

( Last session of this round of physical therapy. )

This past Saturday, John and Pam picked me up, and we went to Alan and Olga's for a picnic. Alan and Olga have an above ground swimming pool, but I didn't wear or take my bathing suit. John and Pam did.

For me, this was the first time I'd been further from my apartment than the grounds of my apartment complex, Park Towne Place.

( Mostly unflattering pictures of the participants. )

My seff-quarantined life continues to putt-putt along placidly. That is mostly due to good DNA: in a family where depression is endemic, I inherited my father's cheerful disposition. My default is happiness or contentment. That is not because of any effort on my part; it is innate. I can be sad at times...sad is very different from depressed...but ( Read more... )