B-r-r-r-r!

 

It's cold outside, and I've turned the heater on next to where I'm sitting.

No frost but definitely cold enough that I wished I had worn my gloves outside this morning. 

The cold is temporary, though, cuz I see that we have a couple more 90-degree days mid-week. 

Mother Nature is just giving us a reminder that it's cold a lot longer than it's warm around here. 

I'll just take moderation, please.

This has been a writing weekend for meeting a deadline, so I don't have a lot to report. 

Sit at the computer, read information, then write.  When the brain has had enough, go outside and do something.  

Later, come back to the computer, read more information and write some more.

These routines happened several times yesterday. 

My go-outside and do something sessions involved mowing the lawn, cleaning up a saddle and just walking around enjoying what turned out to be a pretty pleasant day.  

I'll probably do some of the same today, but there's enough light at the end of the writing tunnel that Bill and I may go to the mountains this afternoon. 

To make up for nuttin' much to say, I've included a few tidbits of Irish humor and wisdom, sent by friend and editor Helen. 

Hope you enjoy. 

Happy Sunday.  

 

My big roping saddle has been collecting dust this year, so I spent some time removing most of the dust yesterday. 

These iphone cameras, though, pick up more details than we can see with the naked eye.  Looks like another cleaning in the artistic nooks and crannies is in order.