Just About Out the Door…
Somebody push me. Please.
I said last night I would head out early, before I settled in with Sally, to go for a run. It is -20!
Why is it so friggin’ cold. Irony: too cold for humans to do friggin’ anything but not cold enough to kill off all thost wretched, nasty little pine bark beetles that are sucking the life out of our Rocky Mountain forests and converting them to match sticks!
Oh, bugger… I’m off.




















