Danita and I both saw the doctor. Apparently, we’re both still alive. For some reason I don’t quite understand, the doctor has to rate my mental status. (Or maybe there is a reason I’m not quite aware of?) He asked me what I thought he should write. I said “hopeless”.

The fireplace works. The extra table is gone. We went to a neighborhood lunchen talk.

The most interesting thing we did was to visit the National Aquarium animal rescue center, which is across the inlet from their main building. They started offering these tours to members on weekends recently. They allow up to 12 on a tour. Our tour had 4. Besides Danita and me, there was Nolan and his mom. One must be at least 8 years old to take this tour. Today is Nolan’s 8th birthday. It turns out the aquarium doesn’t rescue all that many animals. Most of the animals in this facility are being quarantined before being placed in the main exhibit, or recovering from a sickness, or taking a time-out for being ill-behaved. One of the interesting tanks we saw had 3 rock fish which were too large for the exhibit. I would be severely tempted to cook them. Apparently, the aquarium plans to keep them in their tank for as long as they live.

One of the more fun moments was near the beginning of the tour. The guide asked us his first question: “How do you think we transport fish?” I piped up and suggested “In a plastic bag of water.” I was 100% correct! Unfortunately, I didn’t keep my mouth shut after that. It was the only guess I got right.

We had a good time. I hope this finds everybody doing well.