No, I'm not dead...

...but I was beginning to wonder.

Good gawd. I've been sick since May 27th and this is the first day that I can actually say I feel good. Well, fairly good, anyway. Hell...who'm I kiddin...I feel great compared to a couple weeks ago.

I've had the respiratory flu, an ear ache, inner ear infection, outer ear infection and an enormously swollen lymph node...under said ear. I've had 3 different courses of antibiotics, plus antibiotic ear drops.

And a partridge in a pear tree...

I've tried to keep working all through this, but I did miss several days. I sure didn't get much done around here, though. My sofa now has a permanent impression of my ass on it.



In other news here at Zig's Riverrat Retreat...well...there just isn't much. News, I mean.

We've been out on the new (to us) pontoon a few times. We christened it (what else?) "Lollygaggin", but probably shoulda named it the "Creaki Tiki". heh. I mention that it's not a new pontoon boat, didn't I?

It ain't pretty, but it's fun and we love it. Maybe next year we'll jazz it up a little...whadya think?



In other news...

I'm sick. to. death. of the liberals screeching about what idiots the conservatives are and the conservatives screeching about what idiots the libs. are.

Just....STOP, fer chrissakes. You're all wasting your respective breaths. The left is left and the right is right and never the twain shall meet.
None of us can see the future...Obamacare might be the biggest fuckup of all time...but it might not. I've got my fingers crossed, hoping for the best...but expecting the worst.

To paraphrase Forrest, that's all I have to say about that.



The kids are coming up next weekend. Looking forward to that. Not. No...I am. It's just that Julie and Karsin are so much alike...they're kinda hard to take together. heh Seriously, though...it's pretty quiet around here. And they're...well...loud. All the time. LOUD. And they argue. A lot. Loudly. heh And they're both...antsy. I don't think I've seen either one of 'em sit still for more than 10 minutes.

But, it'll be fun.

I keep telling myself that.

Fun.



I know I keep saying it...but I'm gonna try to be a better blogger. I just really don't want to give it up. I know the minute I do, I'll have all kinds of important things to say.

Yea. Right.