Looking at the sky through the bars of my patio prison cell I can see no super moon. I do see clouds.
It is already the 3rd Sunday of March. Time flies way too fast.
My Fire Ant injury seems to be a bit better this morning.
Yesterday, at Town Talk, the Town Talk ladies were all concerned about my diseased looking arms. One Latina lady told me I needed to rub a salt solution on the bites.
I didn't follow the salt solution advice, but I did put aloe vera and an anti-biotoc ointment on the pustules.
I am a little nervous over this whole bombing Libya deal. Muammar Gaddafi may be a crazy man. When you box a crazy man into a corner there's no telling what he might do.
The sun has now arrived. Which means it is time to go swimming. Talk to you later.