Weather seems the topic this year. Mostly rain and floods.
This one is from yesterday – when I said our rains skirted around us. They went north:
The Kansas turnpike has a speed limit of 75 MPH. The area up there is pretty hilly.
Some few weeks ago I echoed the story of a prisoner going to the doctor and then kept on going. He was caught near home:
The moral of these kinds of stories about escaped prisoners is; if you seek to change your life, change your local and friends. I guess. Kind of difficult to hide where everyone knows you.
We have had rain over night. The cooler the weather (short of freezing) the more active the calves are. The more active, the more water they drink. Weird. When the weather is in the nineties they drink, maybe, ten gallons a day apiece. Wet and cloudy, maybe fifteen gallons a day and a little bit more.
They eat more also.
Speaking of which, I have a pizza thawing out. I’ve decided that pizza is my change from meat and potatoes for lunch. No cola.
Have to watch my waist line.
(I have been. It is expanding at a satisfactory rate. And evenly, also.)
From the reaches,