Post Race!

That fever ran hot and cold, to be sure. I'd be shivering so hard that it hurt my back, then an hour later I'd be neutral, and an hour after that I'd be running with sweat...at least until Friday night, which was ALL sweat.

Went for a nice long walk this morning. I saw coots. Lots and lots of coots.

We got snow, though, which was mostly melted from the path, but where there was shade, it was icy.

What was kind of funny is that, despite getting less than an inch of snow on the ground, people were trying to make something out of it. I saw a guy out using a garden rake to gather snow that his young daughter put into buckets, perhaps for a snowman. That was a lot of work. We'll likely get more snow later.

I had to look that up, we call them pouldeau here, although I never heard the “l” before and always thought they were spelled poo-doo.

I've heard of an old coot.

I hope we get snow again, my apple tree really thrived last year and I think it was because of the historic cold weather we got.

You may have heard of "crazy as a coot". They are funny little birds. They are kind of the amphibious duck, as their feet aren't webbed for swimming, but are these weird hybrid feet suited both for land, water, and mud.

I would see one dive, then pop back to the surface like a cork. It wasn't a deep pond, so they were getting down, grabbing something, then bobbing back up.

Yesterday was Tuesday....

... didn't got anything done....

Not bad for a Tuesday

You didn't say 6-7 repeatedly?

All the cool kids are saying it.

And nerdy kids.

And jocks.

And pot heads

In other words, every kid is saying it.

Please God, help me. I don't want to hear 6-7 anymore.

I think my cousin is 6-7.

I haven't said it, but then again, I'm not a kid.

Got a portion of the yard raked. Enough to fill the three trash barrels I have on hand. One more week might finish the job.