December 31, 2020 - Thursday morning

16 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's almost a non writing day as we did little on Wednesday. With four inches of newly fallen snow being blown around by a gusty wind, it was much easier to stay inside and watch it blow.

After being up so early in the day, I did go back to bed after writing and grabbed another three hours of sleep. Still, I didn't feel a hundred percent, like I wasn't hitting on all eight cylinders.

My legs felt as though I was walking through knee deep water during my walk even though the plow had been through and scraped the snow from the pavement. I didn't feel bad, I just felt "off."

Arriving back home, the snowblower was used to rid the drive and back deck of snow. 

I love my snowblower. Featuring electronic fuel ignition, I don't have to worry about choking or flooding the thing during a cold start. In fact, it seems all I have to do is look at it and it leaps to life. OK, that's an exaggeration, but after either plowing or using a relic snowblower these past ten years, this one is like driving a luxury sedan.

Brunch eaten, I made the mistake of reclining and immediately fell asleep for almost two hours. I love my naps, but seldom fall into a deep sleep. That being said, I awakened feeling much better than before.

A quick trip to town was taken before returning home. I carried in the day's supply of wood before sitting down again and.... promptly fell asleep for another hour.

Oh, for you Covid'er's, worry not, I have no fever, my breathing is at 100%, and there's nothing wrong with my taste buds. In fact, I just finished the last of Mel's Christmas cookies and they were as delicious as always.

Downtown Iron River

I'm uncertain what was going on with my body yesterday, but I felt great last night, good enough to let Sargie Pants beat me in an hour long game of Rummy. 

Don't EVER expect to win while playing cards with the seemingly quiet, kind, loving, and forgiving Sargie. When it comes to cards, I swear her eyes turn red, her head swivels 360 degrees, and if she wasn't afraid of making a mess, would spew split pea soup over the walls and ceiling. In essence, the girl makes Attila the Hun look like a liberal fifi. She's ruthless.

I overslept this morning after a good, full night of slumber and feel back to normal. Yooper Brother Mark is coming out in a few minutes to go with on my morning walk. The boy was officially sworn in yesterday as the county's newest commissioner. I suppose he'll want me to start calling him Your Honor. 

Yeah, that ain't gonna happen. I can still whip him.

I hope to go fishing for an hour or so today before we head to Sasha and Alex's to celebrate New Year's Eve. The festivities begin early, so I'm doubting we'll be around to see midnight and that's okay. I've not seen a new year in in decades. It'll arrive whether I'm awake or not.

If 2021's not any better than 2020, it can take its time getting here. 

Mark's due to arrive at any minute. I'd better get this uploaded and the day started.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Play cards with Sargie at your own risk. I still haven't recovered from last night's massacre that took place on the floor in front of the wood stove.