Morning, morning Woods.

 

Rookie mistake, Bill.

 

Mornin, Russ. Will be 62 degrees later, little wind, clear sky. The siren song of the Kubbing Nymphs has called.

 

Morning, Russ.
20° here and snowing lightly. No kubbing in the near future for me.
Instead, Gloria feels the need to do something. Which means I'll be helping.

 

Mornin, Greg. Will this be a cash or no cash activity?

 

No cash. It was moving furniture around then turning the area rug.

 

I do have to run to the grocery store to get some pork and other items for the green chili I'm gonna make.

 

Perfect cold weather fare, Greg.

 

my moment of weakness always rears its ugly head every effing November. It never fails. If I could fast forward this month I would !

 

My phone says 60, but I don't believe it