We here in the mid-Michigan area are enjoying a nice run of fall weather featuring abundant sunshine, blue skies, cold nights, and comfortable mid-50˚ days.
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From Weekend To Week
The weekend was the weekend, and as weekends go, it was a pretty good weekend. Know-what-I-mean?
The Joy of Wet
I woke up on Wednesday morning to a steady drizzle of rain, and I have to admit that it put a smile on my face.
This past summer and early fall were very dry, and I had very few, if any, lumbers in the rainy woods. Well, at least extended ones of any note.
A Bad Start, Good Finish
Some days you wake up and just know that things are going to be shit. And some days, you have that realization as you are in the act of doing so at 5:15 AM, and your cantankerous bulldog is snorting, whining, huffing, and puffing at the bathroom door for her morning gruel.
“GIRL, GIMME A SECOND, I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING!!”
Motivated By Slack
I felt good when Lola and I got up at 5:20, although I will say, she was WAY more excited to stuff her face in a bowl of “lamb” and rice dog food than I was to serve it, but I was looking forward to the day’s lumber, despite the early morning assault on my senses.
Autumnal Lumbers & Odd Bucks
The week, or at least the past two days (from the perspective of a woodsy lumberist, not real life, no one wants to hear about that bullshit), has been more of the same in a good way:
A Normal Friday
OK, the Mostly Normal button has been reset for the week, and today (Friday) has felt way more normal than the routine-breaking last three days.
Crickets, Miles, and Dumpsters
My goal for last weekend was one of footy watching (Spurs won 2-1), slack, and beer, and I freaking nailed it again!
A Month Starts, A Week Ends
My pretty, OK, not bad, kinda good week of lumbering continued on Thursday morning.
Gone Green
After a mostly boring Monday evening, and in the midst of a 12-hour minimum fast for blood work Tuesday morning, I went to bed around 7:30 PM and read for about an hour before turning in.
Then, I was up early and at the lab at 6:58 for them to suck a vial of blood from my arm.