Me: Having our last servings of gumbo.
Steve: Why? Was there some okra catastrophe?
Me: Not our last ever, just the last of this batch of soup. But now I’m worried about the okrapocalypse.
Me: Having our last servings of gumbo.
Steve: Why? Was there some okra catastrophe?
Me: Not our last ever, just the last of this batch of soup. But now I’m worried about the okrapocalypse.
“Carnival says it plans to restart cruises in August.”
Oh, yeah. That’ll work.

I’m torn. It’s finally dry enough that I could probably go out on the patio and squeeze in a jump rope workout. Or I could just have another beer.
Snowflakes are drifting past, hanging in the air like giant virus particles.
I keep being daunted by images from the pre-pandemic era showing people standing way too close together!

The government should issue every person a two-meter stick that they can use to maintain a proper social distance. Shown above, Jackie is making do with a free-market stick which is only two-thirds as long as it ought to be.

Despite diligent searching, I’ve been unable to find the Strep Elevator. 📷 #mbfeb
Me: I just found this recipe at Paleo Magazine which looks yummy: honey balsamic salmon and harvest vegetables.
Jackie: A “paleo” recipe with “harvest” vegetables? Shouldn’t they be foraged vegetables?
Me: Point taken. Now, if it were a recipe in Neolithic Magazine, then fine.
I wouldn’t want to speculate on what’s my worst character flaw, but I’m willing to go out on a limb and say near the top of the list is that I think it’s funny to pronounce epistemological as if it were spelled epi-systemological.