SOMETIMES it’s good to show one’s human side.
Our evening meal is always a salad. I fix it myself. It’s served about 8 p.m., and we dine upstairs sitting in recliners watching Netflix, recovering from our ever-arduous days.
But neither am I.
It’s been quite nippy here in the evenings lately, and that’s why I am heavily clothed. We have no central heat. Or central air-conditioning either for that matter. No need.
That thing atop my head is an ancient and dreadfully misshapen watch cap. My child bride detests it.
But I never wear it out of the house, and I have a much newer version of the exact same model for social wear. The newer one looks quite smart, I think.
My normal preference for black-and-white photos has been cast aside for obvious reasons. We live in blazing color.