Or so it seems at least. To the extent I can overcome my inherent laziness I’ll get out and walk some. My goal of 20,000+ steps per day is only achieved lately when I have the motivation of fellow hikers out with me keeping me focused on the task at hand.

Evenings are spent engaged in my other hobby–beer drinking. Of course, with the bars all closed my options are pretty much limited to “Gomans”. I drink alone there though, out on the back deck by the beach with no other customers around. Alas, I long for the days when I could enjoy the company of a pretty young lass for the price of a lady drink.

Well, now that I think of it I did have a brief interlude with my waitress yesterday. She had a worried look about her so I asked what was wrong. Turns out the power company had let her defer payment of her bill for three months but now the piper wanted his due. I asked her how much and she said 3000 pesos (around $60.). I told her that’s a shame. Then before leaving I tipped her enough to pay the bill. She got a little emotional and offered to clean my house and do my laundry. I told her I have people for that already, adding “too bad you’re married”. She laughed at that and of course, I was teasing. Mostly.

And I need to stay on top of my health. It was encouraging to find this scientific study that may explain why I’m not a stupid drunk:

Beer hops are good for the brain and can actually improve concentration and speed up thought processes, according to a new scientific study.

The research, which will be music to the ears of beer lovers, found that consuming hops also reduced stress levels and improved mood.
And perhaps surprisingly, those who took supplements containing bitter hop extracts, displayed better memory recall and were better able to solve mental puzzles.

Well, I’m no Joe Biden but can you imagine trying to read this blog if I didn’t consume copious amounts of beer?

Speaking of Facebook, the latest rage is people using a face app that purports to show how you would appear as the opposite sex. I never engage in those games myself, but someone I know sent me this last night:

Alright, enough of that foolishness. I found a nice spot for a dine-in breakfast this morning even though the Sunday lockdown is in place.

So I did engage in a little weekend project yesterday. The boys enjoy hanging out on the downstairs patio but if I don’t keep an eye on them they can’t seem to resist the temptation to escape and roam about free. Then I had the inspiration to take the pen from the backyard and wrap it around the porch railing closing off all means of egress.

Finally, I’m not really into all this PC nonsense. I was dismayed to learn that Aunt Jemima will be departing us soon, with Uncle Ben likely to follow. Today I read that Eskimo Pies are also not long for this world. So, I guess it was inevitable that the racist slur “cracker” was doomed as well. And sure enough, now comes this news:

And so it goes.

UPDATE: Hmm, I was dealing with another kind of new normal back in 2014 it seems. Little did I know where that was going to lead. Although I guess ultimately it led me here.