The Hogsty

Morning all . . .

36° supposed to hit 68° today.

Between trying to wave off the alarm cat and my bladder, the bladder won out, now to adjust the time pieces later today.

Congratulations on the retirement of twenty years. I was just asked how long I had been retired last week and it's been almost ten years.

Found a dud coffee pod this morning, they make a mess if I try to use them because the foil lifts and grounds go everywhere, doesn't happen as often as when I had to transport over a 7,000 plus pas between Carson City and where I used to live at 6,500 Ft. I used to loose about 6 out of the batch of the huge Costco box of pods.

59-78 today.

Remember, when life's problems can't be solved by bacon, there's always motorcycles.

And rolling in at the end of the day is me. 57 degrees, beautiful fall day. Spent several hours writing this morning, then drove my grandson out to the ranch. Since my services weren't required with butchering chores (did I ever time my arrival right), I took the long route home through Bessemer Bend. Didn't used to be a lot out there, but someone let the rich people in to build summer homes that could house half the state of Nevada. No idea what the answer may be. No Pest Strips at the border?

Happy anniversary, MIke.