Sometimes life has one sit and wait for stuff to happen. Like, for instance, a few times this week.

Well, then, one takes out their Note 8 — if one has a Note 8 — and snaps a few photos.

Those were hanging in a dentist’s office, of all places.

Other times, one takes out their Note 8 — if one has a Note 8 — and plays with said photos. One plays with the Snapseed App.

See, one took those photos trying to minimize reflections on the picture’s glass, including the potential for an accidental selfie.

One of the advantages of traveling is . . . you don’t follow the news as much. 

The consequence is that I miss out on a whole lot of indignation and consternation. I mean, sure, I get the peripheral noise of people screaming about this or that or TEOTWAWKI but functionally, none of it affects any portion of my life. 

Also, invariably, something which everyone screamed was an immediate concern a month ago is forgotten within a week. Many other things of immediate concerns happened between then and now . . . and still, none of them affected my life. 

The buds don’t care, either. And here’s the funny — or not so funny — stuff about it all. None of the associated dire predictions came true. None. 

For the vast majority of the people, not only did nothing happen, but none of it was of any consequence to them. It kinda makes one wonder why so many were so worked up about it to begin with . . . I mean, I’m sure it can’t be healthy, physically or psychologically. 

Our exercise routine used to be thus: 1.5 hours at the gym on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Sometimes we’d get in additional walking. The 1.5 hours were split between free weights, aerobics (rowing for me), and weight machines. 

We’ve now been traveling for a shade over two months . . . that’s a major disruption of our routine. But, it’s not just a disruption of our exercise routine . . . traveling also disrupts other routines. Like my eating routine.

Yes, I’m trying to tell you, my readers, that I’ve increased in mass. How much? I don’t know. Remember this photo?

I originally posted it as a joke but I know I’ve put on some weight because of how my clothes fit. 

Another component of my routine was a weighing in, each day at the same time. That provided me with data as far as when to increase my workout or decrease my eating or both. 

I don’t have a scale but I know my clothes.