28 August 2011

Here’s a gender testing question for you: Does being low (not out, just low) on beer and honey roasted peanuts constitute an emergency sufficiently dire to go out into the teeth of a hurricane for resupply?  Not that “Hurricane” Irene was worthy of her moniker – highest wind gusts were only 33 mph, though we did get 7 inches of rain… that immediately soaked into the gravel here at Fern Lake.  After the run to Hannaford’s, spent the day reading, beating my brain into mush trying to solve a couple of Master Class sudokus, and trying to figure out how to stay out of debtor’s prison while still finishing the woodshed construction project this year.  In a month or so you should be able to write to me care of cell 5733.