December 7, 2020 - Monday

Pearl Harbor Day

28 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's a short one this morning as neither Sargie or I did a thing yesterday to speak of. It's said that on Sunday, one's to lay his plow aside for a day of rest and believe me, no ground was turned over on Pentoga Road yesterday.

I did go for my early morning sojourn. The Lord and I walked the last mile through the woods and had a wonderful conversation.  

With temperatures in the low teens, I was comfortable while moving, but once home, I couldn't get warm. 

Mom used to refer to it as "chilled to the bone," and my bones were definitely chilled.

Sargie had the same complaint and despite a roaring fire and the inside thermometer registering in the upper 70's, neither of us could get warm.

We went for our usual ride. The heater in the car was on high with the fan blowing hot air. Several miles went by before we warmed up enough to turn the heat down.

There's a home west of Iron River on US 2 where Christmas is in full bloom. It's impressive during the daylight hours. We can hardly wait to see it after dark.

Home from our drive, we assumed our positions under the living room blankets and watched a movie. I thought about working in the shop or putting up some firewood, but in the end, convinced myself that a lazy day wasn't all bad.

And it wasn't.

I slept like a baby last night and didn't awaken this morning until almost 7. Had it not been for a clogged nose and a full bladder, I'd probably still be snuggled up with Sargie, happily drifting in and out of a dreaming/dozing state.

First on the agenda for today will be my walk. I'll start a fire in the outside wood furnace before leaving, ensuring that I'll return to a warm shop. 

If there's time this afternoon, I'd like to get a dead maple tree dropped and worked up. We're living on borrowed time when it comes to lack of snowfall and once the ground is covered, all thoughts of putting up easy firewood will be gone for the year.

OK, time to get the week started. Laziness be gone! It's a zippity do dah day in the neighborhood!!

For cryin' out loud, Tom, shut your mouth. No one can be that enthusiastic on a gray, cold, Monday morning. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...