Dear Diary

The Day After 

When the bug has gone, and you're feeling 93%. But, there is still that washed out, ikky, tired, weaker than normal vibe that will last sadly for a couple of days. I am there now. Better than full on bug, but certainly not 100%. 93 tops.

Life in the fast lane. 

One other thing. Lately I have made this observation about myself. I'm thinking that I am now 71 and 1/2 years old. Why? I have no clue. I have taken to counting parts of years in determining my age. Why? Back when I was a kid, I wasn't just 6 or 7. I always said I'm 6 and 1/2. Or 7 and 4  months. For some odd reason it meant something. Fractions of years had to be taken into account when someone asked how old I was. As soon as I hit 18, that all went away. Other than the "important" years i.e. 21, 30, 40 or 60 all intervening years were just ignored. So now, it's back. I'm 71 and 1/2 years old. Amazing. I'm slowly regressing. Life is strange indeed.

Stay safe. stay cool. stay off the social media crap. Buy a tent. Find some woods. Set up your tent. Build a fire. Cook beans and weenies. And watch the sunset.  Fall asleep listening to crickets. That is worth more than a bajillion dollars in "counseling". 

Your welcome.

Fin