Andy stopped by the recliner for a rest.

He senses the presence of…

…”The Hand That Rubs and Scritches Andy’s Head Without Asking!” Horrors!

Andy is not amused!

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Andy’s eye looks icky in these photos, but he just hadn’t cleaned off eye snot yet. Later in the day, he finished the job.

I took a selfie at the doctor’s Friday. Gad! This pandemic beard creeps me out! No wonder Andy freaks out when I move in to give him a head bump. LOL! I hope the lady who cuts my hair is cutting hair again, soon, though I’m curious how she will do it while I wear a mask. (I’ve thought about possibilities.) In the meantime, I’m the wise old man of the mountain or a mountain man coming off the mountain after too many years….