It's gonna be another dragging my feet kind of day. Gotta make it happen though. Voting in the morning with the guys. We'll bring our own pens and use our Purell. Then off to the hospital for the brain MRI which will be a couple of hours total. Then home to a roast chicken from Triple S Farms, sides to be determined.

Shopping at Schnuck's yesterday.


Some of us know how to social distance better than others, well except from his beloved Ernie.


Can't you see Bob looking at me, thinking, "Aren't you supposed to be six feet from us?"