I'm not really fit for human company these days.
I try very hard to stick with the vague edges of circumstance at the Pirate Palapa, or my job, or my health. All of which bore me, much moreso my poor readers who stumble through here on their way to better fare.
It's been four weeks since surgery. I'm now gaining strength; it should fill me with all sorts of warm-fuzzy happiness. But it has not. Not yet, anyway. I hate taking meds and painkillers until I really, really need them. [Rum counts as a pain-killer, Joan. -ed.] Argghh! This all just grates on my attitude.
Until I figure it all out, it's just not safe for me to be commenting on your blog. So, just look for my pirate town addy on your blog meter and know I love you guys.
If you see me in your comments, kindly remind me to go back home to my own blog. Trust me on this.
Post Script: The corpses pictured above are not just for show; you can go buy your own.
I think a caption contest is in order. The Maximum Leader won the last one. He has yet to tell me where to send his gold doubloon prize.