It surely feels that way.

(Posted by Ron)

I’m lost. It’s too late. I doubt that I will be able to recover from this. We were sitting at the Waffle Hut Sunday (yes, if you don’t look too closely at the kitchen it’s possible to eat there.) I looked down and found my cell phone in my hands. Yes, my cell phone. On most days I don’t even know where it is. More importantly, I was using the keyboard to make a note. OMG. I am lost! I swore to never touch the keyboard.

Do you want more proof?

We were recently in that bastion of sin and waste in the deserts of Nevada (my first trip.) While eating dinner in one of Wolfgang’s restaurants (more proof!) a gentleman and his date/girlfriend/wife sat down next to us. I knew we were kindred souls because there was obviously an age difference between them. His hair was grayer than mine but that just means I have a better hairdresser.

It was kind of long and stringy, but something about it looked really good to me. I came back and decided to let my hair get long (again). Last week Gayle discovered something called Malleable Moulding Paste (must be British.) What’s the connection? She looked upon my now longer hair as an experimental zone for the Paste. I don’t think it worked. Our friend David agreed when he saw it. I don’t think I’m ready to be seen in public with hair styled to look as I do when I wake up each day. At least I hope the experiment is over.

But what am I going to do about the cell phone?  And did I just type OMG?  OMG!!!  WTF??

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