My favorite indoor winter activity has begun, that of looking at next year's seed catalogues.

December 1, 2016 - Thursday

32 degrees/light snow/breezy

Pentoga Road

Ah, those yearly seed catalogues that keep appearing in our mailbox. Some would consider them junk mail. I think of each as optimum bathroom reading literature. 

Other than from a company or two, I order little, but it's fun to look at the perfect vegetables and dream. I guess 2016's seed catalogues are my modern day version of the old Sears and Montgomery Ward's, Wish Book.

I'm running late this morning. I thought the virus I've been fighting had run it's course until almost bedtime last night when I began coughing. At midnight, I finally got out of bed and came downstairs to lay on the couch. Sargie needed her rest. Darn bug.

I enjoyed an abbreviated walk Wednesday morning making the maiden journey wearing my newest hiking boots. Seems I wear two to three pair out a year by walking the bottoms right off of them. I accidentally found these, Red Heads, by Bass Pro and love the fit. If this pair wears as good as the last, I'll be well satisfied.

Mostly I slept on Wednesday, almost four hours worth. I felt fine, but couldn't keep my eyes open. I sneaked out to the shop in the afternoon then found myself coming back in completely exhausted, wanting to do nothing other than flop in the recliner and close my eyes.

Sargie was home mid evening after a busy day. She opens today before having to close on both Friday and Saturday. Once again, we find ourselves reintroducing ourselves at the door as she comes and goes.

I'm going for my morning walk and after, see how I feel. I'd like to do something more meaningful than sleep, but if that's what my body requires, then so be it.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

I spent enough time in the shop to begin a new project, but it's far from being complete.