It’s my life and I’m still here to enjoy it, so I guess that makes every day special. Yesterday was no exception.

A loving good morning wake up with the girlfriend. When it was time for her to go, I walked her (with Buddy) out to the front gate. Said our goodbyes with a plan to meet up for lunch. I came back home and did my overdue blog post. Yeah, it seems I’ll be a morning blogger on most days henceforth.

With my readers taken care of, I headed out to get myself a little exercise.

I was anticipating a 1:00 pm meet-up with my gal but shortly before the appointed time, she messaged that there would be a delay. Apparently, her phone went dead after that because there were no responses to my status update inquiries. Shortly before 3:00 I grew tired of waiting and decided to head out to the Car Wash (her resto). She wasn’t there either, so I moved on to the Palm Tree where I had originally planned to have lunch.

As you can see, the beach is nearly deserted. That’s a HUGE change from just one week ago when the hotels were jam-packed with visitors from out of town. The recently imposed travel restrictions/vaccine mandates have had a devasting impact on everything. Except for COVID, of course. My neck is sore from shaking my head at the stupidity of the bureaucrats running this country. Oh well.

Anyway, before I’d finished my first beer I heard from the girlfriend. Her phone had indeed died but she was on her way to join me at last. We dined, chatted, and enjoyed the beach views. After our late lunch/early dinner, we headed back to the Car Wash. I guess I’m getting to be a regular there now and enjoyed some conversations with a couple of the other guests. The plan for later was to visit the Whiskey Girl bar and help the manager there, Jonnie Tango, celebrate his 77th birthday.

After the party, it was back to the Car Wash for more beer and conversation. I saw a big red flag but chose to ignore it. I’ve still got a lot to learn about tempering my particular brand of humor, but I’m trying. The night ended on a more positive note, just around midnight. Yep, I’m adapting to my new reality. Slept in until 6:30 this morning, two hours later than my old normal. Poor Buddy doesn’t know what to think, but he’ll adapt too I’m sure.

And now it is time to get on with my Sunday.