Guilty pleasure

Morning all, my beloved is doing much better after the surgery. I’m still getting rid of the sniffle/cough from mold exposure. I do feel much better though myself. Young Master Duke has taken over the bed, and is sprawled showing himself in all his glory.

I’ve been watching quite a few videos on social media, and have rediscoverd the world of cartoons. I’m not talking about Bugs Bunny or Charlie Brown though.

There are 3 or 4 channels I watch, and when the notification pops up, I grab a cuppa and settle in. I guess the only thing missing is the cocoa puffs and milk, if I think of it. Oh, and the footy pajamas of course.

When I weighed less than a third of what I do now, and was probably about 2-3 feet shorter, I would watch Saturday Morning cartoons religiously. The only thing that could trump those cartoons was if the circus was in town, or if it was Christmas.

We stopped having babysitters by the time I was 8, and the boob tube became the best kid watcher in the county for us. That was also the year I learned to ride bycycle. My next youngest sibling was born that next spring, and my brother and I were left to run a bit wild.

It is what it is.

Hugs my friends, take care. -L