From the time I was a youngin till my Dad's death, we had a competition. Who would see the first Robin of the year. Usually, my dad won. It was great fun, though. But, one strange phenomenon was that after the Robin arrived, it would snow. I remember one year, the Robins would huddle up close to our barn for warmth because the temperatures really hit rock bottom.
Well, they are here. It is now snowing and the
temperatures are due to be the lowest yet for this winter season.
The cold temperatures and the colder temperatures are not making us sluggish, though. We are just keepin on keepin on. The journey to our full time journey must go on.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow is a problem. I have yet to plan what I will do. Will I paint the half bath? Will I clean carpet in one of the bed rooms? What a puzzlement. But I DO know what I will do Sunday. R. E. S. T.
Time to fix dinner, so it's see ya later.
God bless your travels.