A quandary stares me in the face.
What shall I post about today in this blog to entertain, amuse or confound you, my Gentle Readers.
Perhaps something about how I should refrain from touching my face, even my beard.
Or perhaps a soul-baring dissertation on how said beard needs trimming.
Ah, the weather!
It is sunny today and the mercury is on the rise.
The omniscient Weather Gods assure me that this leonine month shall live up to it's reputation and our first 70 degree day will arrive on the 31st.
71, in fact.
I am ready for it.
Let's see, oh yes, next month holds a monumental birthday for me as I become an octogenarian!
But I'll save commentary on that event for later.
Well, there's always food.
As I have said, we are well-stocked and last night SWMBO, aka Madame Judy, got artistic while crafting two salads for our repast.
As I recall there are cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, red onion and avocado.
But she opined (and I agreed) that the stars of the show were those fresh little sugar peas in their pods.
The product of my Master Salad Maker tasted as good as it looks.
Some of you have wondered why I refer to her sometimes as SWMBO.
If you look up at the top right column on this page you'll see that SWMBO stands for She Who Must Be Obeyed.
As to how she got that name . . .
And by the way we have a visitor this morning, our neighboring rental cat Matty.
After devouring a snack and drinking some water he has repaired to his customary spot on the couch for a little (or long) nap.
And with that, there you have it, dear friends, another rambling essay about life inside our four walls.
The Covid-19 virus is out there, it's real and it's dangerous, especially to we octo-people.
So stay inside, eat your veggies, wash your hands and be well.
TTFN (ta-ta for now).
