|Sister Norma Jean, brother Buz and Pixie the pup|
I arrived late yesterday, met by Buz and Norma Jean. We stopped at Whole Foods and got some pizza and other goodies and came back home (to Buz and Phyllis' home, that is) to celebrate the first leg of our trip being finished. It was quite the trip through the security line in Seattle for me, since I had to have my bag searched. The TSA agent asked if I had any weapons or sharp objects in there, and I said no. I couldn't imagine what it was that alerted them. He opened the bag and went immediately to the object in question:
|The killer rye bread|
This morning Norma Jean and I went out to the local park, and I felt much better after a brisk walk in the sunshine. I have realized that my capacity for alcohol has diminished considerably over the years. Now I am feeling quite well, ready for a party, but I think I will be much less cavalier about how much I imbibe. In fact, maybe I'll be the designated driver tonight.