For whatever reason it is, things like this never occur to me until afterwards.
I'll admit it, I was hoping to strike up a conversation with Crispin...like the old days.
Crispin is underground. No , not buried.
I , /we can't gauge you online.
Things said to friends in a mental bind are best said where inflection and eyes can be seen. So not to be taken wrong ....
I can cheer for you. But can't kick you in the shin as a gesture rather than hurting you , from here. If that makes sense.
But you have to cheer for me too.
You have quite a wife from your previous descriptions. And a leaked (by you) picture.
And we have similar canine interests.
So , you're not ignored ,or insulted when folks feel overwhelmed by your posts.
An awkward w.t.h. can we say or do moment , followed by a man that's too heavy one. Takes time to fathom , and then too often (with anyone sometimes) a reeling reasons/reaction is it's not my place to reply directly to the issue. But something needs said or it gets repeated?
Foul weather coming in. Gird your loins.
I'll be hunkered down , and you'll probably be out playing in it...