I’m just sittin’ around on my expanding old lady butt, wearing fish tacos on my shirt. I’m also wearing a baseball Tie o’ the Day to remind me how much I didn’t miss Major League Baseball one iota this pandemic spring and summer. That’s sacrilegious—sacri-baseball-ious?—for me to say, based on my baseball-y relatives. If my nephew, Ron, were still playing pro baseball, I’d care about it. But he’s not, so I don’t. [You’ll notice that when they are on the field, baseball players have always pretty much been arranged at grand social distances from each other.]
Other than that, I’m just so happy I have this fascinatingly purty Face Mask o’ the Day. It’s so purty I’m wearing it even while I’m home all by myself this afternoon. I kinda want somebody to drop by in their boring mask for a visit-at-a-distance, just so they can be jealous of my piece of fabulous face-wear.