A late winter is better than no winter. It piddled all day long today. When the weather is like this I wait for breaks in the storm. Then I throw the dogs in the truck and run for the trail to get them their walks. Miserable dog, miserable life.
The prediction is for rain, in some form or another, for the rest of the week, including this coming Sunday, which transitions me nicely into the next paragraph.
I set up the bike exerciser in my studio today, and I'm going for a fantasy ride tonight after dinner, which is spaghetti #12 with red sauce, Italian chicken sausage, and broccoli. If I don't keep up my exercise level I'll just get fat again.
That's it today.
Life is what happens in between meals.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
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