56.01 Morro Bay, a new beginning at a (temporary) slow pace.

Back on the road. Second stop is to visit young Winnie who is less than 2 months old. Thereafter, we'll continue to keep it local until Tenerife, as we work to achieve strength, fitness and hopefully, complete healing. A debt of gratitude to my darling nurse who forced me to undertake the procedure and then nursed me back to health, including, inter alia, washing and drying my toes daily. Just before the 6-weeks post surgery period, I became semi-independent and can now undertake those functions myself. Of course, through a number of complications, twists of fate and serious praying, I will still not me able to perform culinary functions (no cooking). (What a blessing!) 

Black-and-white in color at the Bay.
"I told you we should have brought the 'Do Not Disturb Sign' with us. But would you listen? You can be such a whet for a sea otter." 

  'Some enchanted evening, you may see a sunset'...not bloody likely on this one. (I'll settle for the gorgeous gal.)

Morro Bay's morro at distance.
Looking good, Challenger!'
"Hey, Otto: You mind giving me a scratch on my nose? My nails are very wet."
"Ot? You remember the musical group: the Drifters? You're taking it too literally, Honey. Come closer."
The odds are stacked against your survival.
Hoo-Doo you think you are?
'The kid is back' or, that's his back. Well, they say from 70, a person begins over again. (6 weeks, two days post-surgery and still whining as well as in my youth. Some things never change).
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey