I don't know how I survived this, just passed, "season". It seems I threw a bunch of parties at which everyone seemed to have fun but me. I was too disabled by pain pills to have ever even left the house. Still, I survived to learn many lessons. Lately, I have given up the pills, toned down the drinking, and been focusing on the gym. How boring!
Terry left yesterday, but not before the necessary celebration of life; he and Bob will join Robyn and Linda on a long trip to Europe. There is some reason to hope that they will return for one weekend in June, but I wouldn't put money on that. Leopoldo and I have been left alone for the summer.

Pardon me, but what does a hippopotamus ask when he has a midget in his mouth? Answer: "Would you pass the mayo?"

This is the typical example of why I thing circuses featuring animals should be banned. From dancing bears in Russia mauling their tamer/torturer to elephants forced to dance on a ball for pudgy white children in Iowa, the notion that animals can be made to perform appalls decent people.

So, gobble up Mr. Hippo; we all should get a chance like that. I wish we could feed City Hall employees, one-by-one, to a giant Hippo in a sort of Coliseum-like venue. That would be entertainment.