I was unable to get my Christmas blog done yesterday for all the obvious reasons. I talked with family, opened presents, and thoroughly enjoyed my 35th consecutive Christmas with my favorite person on planet Earth.
My silly wife just asked “Who?”
The dogs made out like bandits and there are chewies and chewy-shaped things all over the house in addition to the four tennis balls that Domestic Despot KAREN bin Laden has trained the dogs to recognize as “sticks.”
Don’t ask.
It was the tiniest of pinprick details that she does ever since we have been married that drives me nuts much to her glee, and I refuse to let anything so trivial bother me in the least.
I’m above that.
One of the coolest presents that Santa gave Karen and I is the Oculus Quest II. I have only just scratched the surface of it, but so far, I found that like everything else in this sphere of existence, a packed bowl of Sativa sets the table just so.
I have been on a rollercoaster in space which was whacky to say the least. Then I was walking through a nature preserve with all the requisite herding animals and I am going to have to get Karen to wash the mud off my pajamas, as I think the elephant that was mudding herself to cool down splashed some on me.
That real.
I think I will now have a new morning routine.
1-Wake up. Nothing else happens unless this does.
2-Get stoned. Carved in stone.
3-Do a half-hour on the Quest.
4-Write my blog.
5-Play the guitar
6-Do “Whatever you tell me to Drill Sergeant!”
So, I wasn’t watching the total-surround interface and all of a sudden BAM! A monkey is looking right into my eyes, not five feet away. Not just a cool model or computer-generated simian creature.
A real monkey.
Scared the living shit out of me.
So, now I am off to the Cliff Diving championships. Since I am only on the training wheels settings due to not wanting to fall over any ledges due to my leg, I can pretty much get the 360-degree view of the cliffs including their dives into the blue Pacific water.
Once I can get Karen to spot me on it, I’ll be doing the dives myself.
My home page is appropriately enough, a space station where I have a 360-degree view of my spaceship.
Not too fucking cool.
I took a break to get this ready to post for the rest of today and tonight.
Hope you had a great Christmas!
Cent’Anni!
Stay well.
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