It’s more of a shuffle, I told myself as I ambled the aisles at Harps yesterday morning. Somehow that made me feel better about my choppy gait, as I pulled my right leg through the store like it was some misbehaving child.
Stuff like this always hurts more the day after, doesn’t it?
There was a package waiting for me at the post office, and I wanted to pick up a couple of grocery items before Christmas, thus the trip to town. Smudge and I knocked it out early and spent the rest of Tuesday in R&R.
Was I in any way productive yesterday? Not really. I did regular maintenance on all of the knives in my everyday-carry rotation, and that was about all.
Of note, weather. The day began in the mid-40s, with fog packing the valleys below.
The view from my favorite scenic overlook was pretty special.
By mid-afternoon, The Mountain was in the upper 70s under a cloudless sky.
They say we’ll get four more days of that. Overnight lows will be in the 50s and 60s — yes, the week of Christmas.
Oh, but we’re gonna pay for it the week of New Year’s.
That’s okay with me — it’s winter in Ozarkansas. I’ll gladly take a five-day stretch of not having to heat the cabin or haul firewood.
Life is good. The celebration continues. Merry Christmas.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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