Hey, Bertie. How are you and Steve?
Morgan and I are doing very well, all things considered. We invited Mickey to watch the Super Bowl with us. We're having Porcupine chicken wings, mac and cheese muffins, and Guinness brownies.
One of my parents' dogs is almost 11 years old. Her vertebrae are visible on her backside in a way they weren't before. She moves a little stiffly at the end of a day, but she still has a few years left in her.
I've no doubt your mare is well looked-after, and as long as she's comfortable, that's all that matters.
On US-31, there's a house on the corner where the turnoff for the hospital is located. It's small, two stories with yellow brick. I think it must be owned by an elderly woman, because the garden outside is....well. The house has ivy growing up the wall which faces the highway, and it seems to be cut back every 4-5 months or so. It might look attractive, but I always wonder about the structural integrity of the building.
Indoor dining is now allowed again, but at 25% capacity with masks and distancing. As for when things will get back to normal? I can't wait to go to the beach again, or see a concert, or just watch a non-Netflix movie with a big bucket of popcorn! I think I would be somewhere on the middle of the scale: going out to do all of the things I did before, and maybe even trying some things I didn't do before, but erring on the side of caution.