On looking up. . .
Now into week 2 of the Great Foot Recovery, I can report that the crack in the TV room ceiling isn't getting any worse. It's been there for years -- one of the Nine-One-Fours many benign structural varicose veins if you will. Things you expect of a 71-year-old dowager.
The cobweb dallying in air the next to it -- not so much. Remind me to take care of that in the next decade or so.
On looking down. . .
Sunday was beautiful -- a teaser that spring is just around the corner. The 40-degree temperatures? A reminder that we've still got several blocks to go before reaching that corner.
Nevertheless, sated with cabin fever, my date said, "Let's get out of here and go to lunch!" So off we
More on that later.
Let's just cut to chase and say lunch was a delicious success.
And so was a short reconnoiter around the Back Forty when we got home.
Hope sprouts eternal.
And a day at the office. . .
You got the tour of my mothership of working at home last week. Lest you think we just lay around all day doing nothing here at the Nine-One-Four, here's what productivity looks like: