Sherman and I are alive and well.
He weighs 47 pounds. I weigh 274 pounds. Neither of us are up nor down.
Having my Arkansas friends here all last week was good, but it’s also good to be back to normalcy for the first time in three months.
Brooke, her mom, and her maid of hono(u)r are in Arkansas this week scouting wedding stuff. I’m holding down the apartment and getting back into a groove.