Well I survived. I wish I had the stamina of my youth when my body seemed invincible and my liver impermeable. I think I'll be tired the rest of the month after Bob's visit and all the craziness of gay pride week in Montreal. (Is it possible for me to write a sentence without 'I' in it?) Yesterday was the last day of it and I put Bob on a plane this morning. I hurt all over but especially around my mouth from all the grinning. (grin)
Outside a huge thunderstorm is raging. Lightning and thunder are shattering the air. Sara is at my feet quivering. (Look! Three sentences sans 'I') Serge just toddled off to work in the rain, poor guy.
Here's my annual collage of the gay days nonsense. The song is Boy from Ipanema, by whom I've no idea. Enjoy! (You can full screen the video if you double click and go to youtube.)