There’s not much going on. Danita’s enjoying the pool. I’m enjoying the bike. I saw an aggressive driver while I was riding the other day. You know — breaking hard, accelerating hard, switching lanes. That wouldn’t be all that unusual, except one of their rear tires was flat. It was making a heck of a racket. The rubber was flopping around. It look like it wouldn’t be long before large chunks of rubber would be flying off. I don’t see how the driver could not know that something was wrong. Fortunately, the driver went one way and I went another. I’ll never know what happened next.

We spent an evening at the Jones’, staying 6 feet apart.

I don’t know if I mentioned this, but I’m losing weight. I’ve been between 180 and 185 for the last 5 years. Almost exactly a month ago, for a reason I don’t understand, I weighed 179.8. It probably has something to do with not having neighborhood parties. That’s the first time in years that I was under 180. I took that as an opportunity to get back to my old weight of 169. According to some weight chart I found decades ago, that’s he highest weight that wasn’t considered obese. I’ve done pretty well. I’m down to 171. Just two more pounds to go.

I hope this finds everybody doing well.