The past couple of days have been beautiful. Perfect temps, holly flowers blooming, bees buzzing all around, no rain, and mostly no wind. Just wonderful.
The rest of this year might offer up a stock market collapse, a currency collapse, famine, and nuclear war, so I'm trying to savor these good days while I have the chance.
Remember the good days always, folks, for it is the doom of men that they forget...
In recent months, I've become concerned about my increasing weight. I have since made some small alterations in my diet. I think they're working, too.
I swear my forties have been nothing but one physical ailment after another. But I am fighting, and I am overcoming these problems. It's slow going, but I'm making progress.
My main challenge right now is psychological. Caffeine helps in that regard. So does music.
And on that note, if you need a pick-me-up, you can hardly do better than some Stan Bush.
No problems in my neck of the woods, fortunately. Two days of rain and a lot of lightning, but not much wind, so that's good.
Folks in Middle Georgia got hit hard, though. If any of y'all are reading this, I hope you're okay.
The Masters is looking to be chilly and windy, so the golfer who wins might just be the one who adapts to the conditions the best rather than the one who can play the course the best in less turbulent weather.
In other news, my taxes are done, and I got some outdoor chores done before the rain came, so I'm feeling pretty good about all that. Now if only I could finish the woodworking project that's been driving me batty...
