After months of barely seeing friends, we had a bit of a get-together, socially distanced outside on a friend's big roofed porch. It was during a mini-monsoon, but we just bundled up and laughed about the abundant ventilation.

I was asked about my health and told how good I looked, even with a Pandemic non-haircut. But my tales of pork rind griddle muffins and Meatza pizza with a sausage crust was looked at as the bizarre tactics it admittedly is.

Still, they've seen me very sick, and now they see me well. And that is all anyone needs to know.

That is what counts.