It has been a very, very, busy day. Don't get me wrong, this is good, I'm just tired and my feet hurt. I've some routine maintenance to handle when at home this evening, so my easy chair time is still far into the future. I'd hoped for a quiet night of blogs and book, perhaps a cup of tea - and this might still happen but I'd bet not.
Here's a quick snap I took early this morning of my driveway...see those leaves -
I have a several firearms to clean. A pleasant enough task on a weekend. I like to open the garage door for fresh air and stand and swab and wipe with the smell of Hoppe's Number 9 to keep me company but not when my blasted feet hurt. Ah, well.
She called...said I will find pork chops in the refrigerator. You do understand the implication, don't you. Me too. It means, for those of you that voted democrat, "Boy, cook dinner." She calls me, boy.
Oh, now you democrats don't go and get your panties in a wad....you people are so sensitive.
When I first stepped from the house, this morning, the weather was great. High fifties, bit of fog that within minutes turned to light partial clouds from which the sun peaked...nice. Now, cloudy, sixty-six. Maybe, rain. The ole chimney will remain smokeless tonight.
See you tomorrow.