Sparky is a sap for love, so he wanted me to take a photo.

Look, I don’t spend all my time screwing around with Sparky, but I’m not going to post about cutting the grass, changing the oil or doing the laundry.  Nobody cares about politics because our current president has dementia, and Trump will be elected or the deep state will cheat sufficiently to elect a diversity candidate.  No new movies or TV shows seem worthy of comment and I’m deep into a science fiction book series that isn’t boring enough to quit or interesting enough to care too much.

Rather than open my mail or pay bills, Sparky and I went for a long walk that included a visit to the tree fort.  Joe and I built it 20 years ago as a deer blind and it seems to be holding up well.

When I was a kid, we used to roam around in the woods and play at the old boy scout camp.  We called it that, but who knows if that’s what it was.  Now, at some point, neighborhood kids were sneaking up into my deer blind.  They didn’t leave any trash laying around, so I don’t care.  Plus, that must have been years ago.