Sun, May 24, 2020:  Day 65 of self-quarantine:  Buzzed Mike’s hair this morning and then sat out on the deck to read.  The birds must roost at night in the tree right over the chaise, because it’s got a lot of crap on it.  Need a new pad anyway.  Was looking forward to watching Tiger play golf—some charity thing.  It’s going on for 5 hours!  Raining like mad when I turned it on, so set up a recording and went back to my book.  Getting ready to play spades for a while.  Looks like it’s about to rain here.  Not sure if Nomad will join me or not.  Upper 70s today.  Think we’ll finally finished off the goulash tonight.

This is what our family room looked like when a kid drove through our foundation a few years ago.  They've already started boarding it up.  That's a big chunk of concrete at the bottom of the picture.  And our entertainment center almost hit the piano.

This is what it looks like now.