The weather will not merit observation
Nothing left on my list to do, except wait for the freezing rain to begin. I picked up more food related items this morning, before the personal energy shortage set in. We’re good for a couple of days “close to home”. And the people who bring gifts (that’s you, CanPost and UPS) are outstanding. All deliveries in, before the scheduled dates. That’s service!
I’m wanted to take down the weather station for a while now; when the network feed developed a glitch, there was no reason to procrastinate. With tools in hand and son #3 to support falling structures, we headed for the deck. All down and inside within minutes. The freezing rain won’t be wrecking my little data collection center, this time around. Had to hunt for an Allen key that was small enough to do some disassembly, but now I’m going to pack it in an available carton and wait for a new location (with an ocean view). Soon, soon.
I learned, quite by chance, that yogamaniacs have a couple of postures that copy the calisthenics of my dog. The ability of a canine to stretch in odd positions fits well with the mat-based crowd. Checked it out with a relative, and she agreed: the dog would be right at home in whatever they call those places.
Some internal tension, given my decision not to travel beyond the range of a good snowball fight this year. Too far is exactly that. We can send loving thoughts to the extended family without having to risk an early demise beneath the wheels of a tractor-trailer combo somewhere along the Highway from Hell.
