Some would say I need to get a life, but probably not. I do things, I wash my dishes and make my bed every day. I watch TikTok in the morning, NetFlix in the afternoon and feed my buddies in the park at noon.

There are some things I haven't been doing lately, like sweeping the leaves off my living room floor that have blown in during the day. I want my chipmunks to feel comfortable when they come in for peanuts. Also, I haven't been eating out in the company of other people, way over-rated, I think.

I keep telling myself I need to take a road trip, but the road isn't calling me and my internal GPS is broken. I've also tried to stop blogging lately, but that aint workin.

I made it out to the New Prospect Fire Department fish fry yesterday, it's their annual fund raiser and I know I was there last year, and maybe the year before. For $15 you get a plate with a lot of home cooked catfish, hushpuppies, fries, slaw, white beans, a drink and dessert. Delicious.

Next Tuesday the famous Swamp Johns food truck out of Florence, AL is doing a fish fry at a church up on Springer Road. I'll be there. I have determined the best thing about living in the South, maybe the only thing, is the catfish.