Today was another uneventful day. Work, lunch, work, dinner, work, Netflix, bed. Yet, my friend and I did accomplish something notable today. We finalised our plan to hold our 30th college reunion on a Zoom session. The best thing about a virtual meeting is that no one will see how out of shape I am.
My hair is longer than it has ever been in decades. Hopefully, the Wahl hair clippers that I ordered on Amazon.com will arrive tomorrow as expected. Whenever I go out or Facetime with a friend, I have hidden my nearly three inches of hair under one of several baseball caps. Today's choice was #44, the number of Mercedes AMG's Grand Prix winning Formula 1 driver, Lewis Hamilton. I bought the hat earlier this year in anticipation of the 2020 season of Formula 1 Grand Prix races. This hat is the only F1 experience I'll have this year.
Over on Casual Photophile, Jeb Inge's witty review of his Nikon D700 had me in stitches.
Without meaning to sound trite, the terminology of digital imaging bores me to tears. Sensors, megapixels, processors, LCD screens – all these things are supremely uninteresting to me. Two people having a conversation about them is a better sleep aid than a cup of Chamomile tea spiked with Tylenol PM.