It's turning cold again after a nice day and-a-half, and there's a chance of more rain tomorrow afternoon. Oh joy. At least I got the yard mowed this afternoon before it got too dark, though I hope it'll be dry enough tomorrow to let me use the weedeater around the stone edging I built around the beds in front.
A cat in the lap is warm, but can make it damn hard to type.
The dog loves a thick bed of straw in the house, but drags a lot of it out as she enters and exits. Good thing I have the rest of the bale.
James Doss is a good writer, and Charlie Moon is a fine character. So is his aunt Daisy.
I could go broke in an evening on Half.com. Or Brownells. Or Museum Replicas. Or...
I'm so glad I got the furnace taken care of BEFORE it turned cold. And wet.
I got rid of a lot of stuff when I moved eight years ago, and again when I moved here. Ever notice how the crap multiplies?
I need to put a shed in the back yard for various tools. And I'd like to have some kind of storm shelter; sometimes the wind doesn't just sweep down the plains here, it vacuums too.
Celtic Crossing, just a shot or so, goes very well in pecan pie.
And I need to get to the range. It always burns off some stress, and I enjoy it.
I STILL want to see a good picture of Sondra K. Hey lady, I gave you one of me! How 'bout it?
That's it for now.