It is my birthday next Friday. Leslie asked me what I wanted for a present this morning. "Honestly," I said, "A new President would be nice." "And a puppy." Not sure if I will get anything I want but that is the nature of turning sixty three. You learn that all your wishes don't necessarily come true.
If they did, Covid would be over and I would be able to do a little traveling again, with my wife and my good buddy Ken. Still some new places to discover and explore. But that will have to wait. A dog might be doable.