Frappin’ Skins won an away game.
Now that they seem to have an ability to keep both thumbs in sight they’ll probably, collectively, will stop on the PrimRose trail and smell – a rose or a thumb. It won’t matter.
The coach on the NFL channel gave the Skins a Zero percentage of winning a Super Bowl berth. He did hedge on reaching the second game of the playoffs.
I did enjoy the game; in between the outages of the channel. Due, probably, to the Texas storms. Thoughts out to the afflicted in Texas, by the way.
We got very high winds and lots of rain. Went out this morning and there are small limbs every where, and a couple of tiles missing from the shed roof. Didn’t see any trees down in the immediate area, so all’s well in this pea patch. Temps are more seasonal normal. Cold. Which isn’t all bad. Something needs to kill the fleas and ticks, to say nothing of controlling the chigger population.
I’ve gotten the bird feeders prop’ed and ready to put out. Renter left a whole 55 gallon barrel of cracked corn this year. I should probably use it up, never mind feeding the tree rats.
I’ve an ulterior motive, of course. I cleaned and oiled the pellet rifle.
Come, Tree Rats. Come feed.
From the reaches,