For what it’s worth (absolutely nothing, say it again, ya’ll), I had this crap written and ready to go on Sunday morning, but then I got sucked into a vacuous black hole of software updates on an outdated Mac and all the joys that come with it and missed my time frame. So, now I have to edit all over again, AND my Monday post will be pushed back because I feel like if I post two in one day, it makes me look like a psychopath without a real life outside of this digital word salad.
Thanks, management
It’s a rest weekend again, so that means writing a bunch of shit no one but me cares about.
Friday morning’s lumber was a quick 4.48-mile stomp around the woods. I met my goal of at least 25 miles for the week and was soon home to eat breakfast and get shit done.
I took my z50 and the old s95 with me, but not too much was catching my eye, and all I left with were some snapshots of the trail and some ice cycles hanging from the artesian well on the main path. As I’ve said many times here, “Some days it just be like that.”
I was up early on Saturday with the dogs, ready to watch the football, but the marquee match of the day (the Everton v Liverpool derby) was postponed due to storm Darragh battering the UK and Merseyside area. Thank the football gods for the EFL Championship and Leeds battling it out at the top of a hotly contested table to ease the pain as I ate a homemade breakfast burrito the size of my head containing super lean “homemade” turkey sausage, egg whites, cheese, seasoned diced roasted potatoes, and hot sauce nestled in a big ass flour tortilla.
This needs moved out of the All Day lineup and allowed to shine on its own; a hard to find favorite of mine.
The rest of the day was steeped in slack as I watched match after match of football from the Prem, Championship, Series A, La Liga, and Bundesliga. I think I need to ice my remote control fingers.
I also spent some time goofing off with my cameras and taking pics of the birds frequenting The Bird Stick. It’s not exactly “wildlife” photography, but creative itches were scratched. (Note the photo-bombing chickadee in the gallery below).
Most of the year, I regret taking days off from “doing stuff,” but in the winter, not so much. It’s all about staving off boredom, keeping the black dog at bay, and my cockles warm with IPAs. Well, at least until mid-February or early March when I start to panic and try to undo all the winter slack before spring arrives and end up hurting myself with overuse injuries and burnout. Whether riding or lumbering, it’s kinda been my annual “thing” for most of my adult life.
Saturday night and Sunday morning iPhone pics.
The lumbering week ahead looks like a mishmash of wintry conditions, including rain, clouds, and one day with a predicted high of 16˚ before returning to the mid-30s. This is why I warm my cockles!
Later.