Adapt or Die

I'm trying to fill a void here.  This isn't easy to make out small, but I think you'll get a kick out of it when you enlarge the picture.  What could be more appealing than circles of young women holding hands.  We won't see the likes of this again.

"The void" is multifarious.

I haven't watched a football game all year.  In the last two weeks, I've watched seven of them.  Luckily, they were fairly interesting games.

Henry, the yardman, is definitely gone.  The yard is piled with leaves and the weeds are emerging.  That, maybe, is a good thing, for when they are mowed over, they are harder to see.  I will spend some time this week pulling them out by their stubborn, tenacious roots.  But I have to get a new yard service soon.  Luckily the grass is not growing much, but the yard still looks unkempt.  I don't own any of the tools to do the work since I've had Henry since about 1985.

Things change.

Adapt or die.  To deny the facts is perilous.  I guess that's why we have football.