It is the 8th of June and, according to the dates on my posts, I have not been here since the 4th. And maybe that should tell me something about the quality of my content, but I’m not going to examine that thought any further.

I don’t know what I’ve been doing. Yesterday, Summer and I put together a new fire pit Der Bingle ordered from Amazon.com, but we didn’t have a fire. Yes, odd. We did eat grilled hot dogs. Uh, Friday Der Bingle got here early and we went for an early impulsive supper at a local Mexican place. They have improved their decor, but I thought the food bland and Der Bingle informed me that I am used to Tex-Mex flavoring. It was not bad; it was just sort of the equivalent of a midwestern beef stew.

Thursday I went to Fort Wayne to take people to the doctor and the office had moved from a place with a great parking lot abutting trees and overlooking a flood plain to a building with a parking garage. Well, maybe I will appreciate it come winter.

This is boring, I know, but I wanted to figure out if I had been in a fugue for the past days. Actually, I believe I managed to do both, which is a dubious achievement.

Today it started rainy and now the sun is out and I think it’s not going to rain anymore, but the left side of my nose is sore from the inside out. Pollen, I think – causing a sinus to enlarge and press a nerve. If anyone asks me how I am, I am not going to admit to having a sore nostril; it just sounds not right.

But maybe we are not right, period. Yesterday, three of us sat, watching a show about feral pigs on Netflix. One pig hunter was named Bubba and two of the dogs were named Bobo and Boo.

It is Wubba/fairgrounds time for Shane. Of the two of us, he is the more enthused about it.