...for not posting during the past week.
Actually, they've been bad reasons, but you know what I mean.
My health -- such as it is -- has been good, I've been a good boy diet- and habit-wise, have walked every day, blahblahblah. In fact, I found out that I've dropped a considerable amount of weight in the last six months, and that's good. I needed to do that.
But everything else has been bad, or worse. I just don't feel like writing about that. In fact, there aren't many people I'd tell face-to-face, and none of those folks care to be listening to me right now.
If this continues, I may have to put up some photos of a car show I attended a week ago, just to put something up. I really didn't want to go to the show but, as part of loaning me a set of wheels to use for a while, photographer D. wanted me to accompany him. So I did, and am now limping around town in a cranky, elderly Alfa-Romeo. Someone has to do it.
The high point of the week was seeing a B-17 fly over yesterday...
Sometimes, life is not so good, and gets worse. Then, it gets really oppressive, frustrating and sad. That's where I am now.
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