After an overnight visit from Jack Frost, all was well in the land of green lawns. No one knew there was a fire smoldering somewhere below. I must go now and seek shelter.
It’s a good thing my wife is the planner that I’ll never be. I’m a “grab some stuff and go” kind of guy.
This could be construed as sexist, so up-front, this is not an admission of guilt on anyone’s part. Some people seem to insist on always having the last word. You didn’t hear it from me.
Tomorrow is the annual Christmas pilgrimage to visit with friends and family. I will be riding off into the sunrise. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays to all!
There were seven deer, eleven discarded beer cans, observed on my morning walk. My contribution to anyone writing a warped version of The Twelve Days of Christmas.