Ginger! Did you see the white rabbit down there? I seen the mad hatter while I've been away. In the bathroom mirror of course. You know... Lunatics... Asylum... taking over... etc. So I too have no excuse. Just trying to get on with that life I went through all that crap to preserve. My rabbit hole involved some serious re-evaluation of life priorities and dealing with some unexpected and shocking recovery hurdles. After it all settled down, I was consumed by my new job. Hasn't been all bad though. I got to see Jimmy Barnes in concert, then Ian Moss and then Cold Chisel over a few months. I'm the one with the stupid star struck grin. Just to top that off, Elton John in Feb. And just to top that off, I'm sitting here enjoying ash brie and bikkies for dessert. 🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀 Also been learning to play some new songs, mostly ballads. She by Elvis Costello, If you could read my mind by Gordon Lightfoot, Promises by Eric Clapton, Wearing the inside out by Pink Floyd, and Life on Mars by David Bowie. Best part is I have my singing voice back after in was totally wrecked by chemo and trying to sing along with Jimmy Barnes. In the meantime, I too have been working on becoming Portly Phil. Since Pepper is no longer with me, Portly Phil may be my new profile name. Speaking of which, my profile picture needs an update. I also discovered something new about myself. I watched the movie Bucket List (on Netflix) a couple of nights ago. I watched it before and thought it was a seriously funny movie. This time, cried most of the way through it. I think cancer has f!@#$%d me up somehow, in a way I didn't expect. Watch this space. I think I have issues. I have a quote from the movie re the fleeting passing of time. "Like smoke through a keyhole". Woooo! Deep. I think the crap my wife and I faced last yeah was enough to just make us not give a toss about the virus. At this point, more concerned about job security. It makes life a little more interesting, seeing the empty streets and closed shops. Reminds me of when I was a kid and all the shops were shut on Sundays. More nostalgic than end of days. And to answer your question... No, not too early. Jokes should have started as soon as "Scotty from marketing" started using the virus for his next election campaign. How is the Cherry tree? Cheers Portly Phil
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