Well, I was all set to write about the idiot DJs down in Atlanta who thought it would be funny to do a bit poking fun at a former player for the Saints - a fellow who has ALS.
But thinking about that sort of person, or three such persons, makes me sick to my stomach.
Wondering about what else was on my mind, I started playing with a photo app called Snapfeed. Snapfeed allows you to take a picture and do all sorts of filters and color changes. I wanted to take a new picture on the tablet to test it out, and I thought, for once, let's get up off the recliner. I don't need another picture of my feet, taken as I lie supine watching Frasier reruns.
So I got up, left the family room and wandered into the formal living room. I took this picture of the one corner...and aged it so it would look like something passed down from Aunt Maude from the time they brought electric to town.
Right in front of that window, in a planter that sits on the porch, a family of wrens has built a nest and are in the process of moving in. The male wren is trying to get his brother in law to help move stuff, but you know how that goes.
And then I almost got lost leaving the living room, which we call the formal living room because the "good" sofa and "good" love seat are in there, along with the grandfather clock my father made for us and some other niceties. I don't go in that room, except if someone comes over to discuss something of earth-shattering importance and Peggy doesn't want me to a) turn the television on (there is no tv in this room) or b) fall asleep while talking. No one can fall asleep on the sofa in there; the upholstery is still tight and firm, so the sink-in factor is nil.
And with no tv or other form of entertainment, the room might as well be sealed off. Stop over some time and I'll show it to you, but we won't be there long!