Hambone in Concert
(3rd from the left, back row)

December 18, 2019 - Wednesday morning

-15 degrees/clear skies/windy

Pentoga Road

I must be getting old. After crawling between the sheets last night shortly after 10 PM, I didn't get out of bed until almost 8 this morning. I haven't slept that much since I was a baby and Mama cradled me in her arms. 

Hmm, I wonder if it had anything to do with the house being a bit on the chilly side (53 degrees in the living room when I came downstairs) and an outside temperature registering -15 with a strong north wind howling? 

It felt mighty good to snuggle up with Sargie and keep my eyes closed.

Tuesday was a busy one.

I clicked off a quick five miles before arriving back home, running through the shower, and taking off for Iron Mountain for my annual physical with Dr. Katie.

A pleasant surprise, I learned that some of my blood work/numbers were a bit better than last year. Weighing several pounds more than I did at that time, I can only come to one conclusion:

Being fat is good for you.

Yep, you heard it right here and after all, I am a retired professor and was paid to think deep thoughts for a living. The numbers are there. It's inevitable. 

It's science.

Meanwhile, back to the real world, Katie was kind and just smiled. I told her I'd lose the excess weight and more after the first of the year. Between going back and forth to Indiana and all that entailed, plus the holiday eating, I promised to shed those excess pounds like water going through a sieve once daily life returns to normal.

At any rate, I may be on the pudgy side, but I'm healthy. Hey, I can still step off five miles in just a bit over an hour and that's on snow covered roads with some fairly steep hills.

Next came The Bone's concert. Grady marched up there along with a million other kindergarteners and warbled his little heart out.

 

Macrea was in Detroit for meetings, so Mel attempted to live stream the concert. Seems the internet connection was too slow, so they had to settle for a recording. Macrea can watch the nonstop action when he arrives back home.

I worked in the shop for most the afternoon until well after dark. Sargie was home, the shop was getting chilly, and I was tired. I shut everything down and came in the house. Sargie'd had a good day at work and we were both content to eat supper and relax until bedtime.

I just started a fire in the outside wood furnace and the shop should be getting warm enough to begin work. I hope to start mailing out packages to the sons later today. My goal is to have all their goodies in the mail by Thursday afternoon. It's going to be close to see if I can get everything finished on time. If not, well, I'm sure the grandbabies and their families will love Sargie and me just the same.

So with that being said, it's time to get to busy. 

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

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