So... we're just in from what passes for The Grand Tour here on The High Plains of New Mexico, to wit...
So here's the dilemma: It's SUCH a lovely day outside... which is to say mid-70s, relatively calm (a five mph breeze), and brighter than your average day elsewhere but quite the norm for these parts. The sort of day that has my deck chairs whispering "Buck.... Buck... we need you out here, we really DO." So... do I pop open a 1554, re-light the cigar I didn't quite finish on the way home, and indulge my inner sloth? Or do I complete the blog-rounds, begun this morning but not yet finished?
Complicating factor: Game Seven is being played in Dee-troit tonight and we'll have an early start-time, i.e., 1700 hrs local. Which... only two and a half hours away. Just about enough time for part of my remaining agenda today, but not all.
Well, I think you know how this story ends. As much as I love my blog-buds, The Great Outdoors and beer is a siren-song that's proving irresistible. I'll catch up later.
Really.
P-Ville====> The Big(ger) CityTM ====> Cannon Airplane Patch ====> P-Ville... and we're all re-stocked as far as El Pinto, beer, and yes... even food... goes. And everything in its proper place, too.
So here's the dilemma: It's SUCH a lovely day outside... which is to say mid-70s, relatively calm (a five mph breeze), and brighter than your average day elsewhere but quite the norm for these parts. The sort of day that has my deck chairs whispering "Buck.... Buck... we need you out here, we really DO." So... do I pop open a 1554, re-light the cigar I didn't quite finish on the way home, and indulge my inner sloth? Or do I complete the blog-rounds, begun this morning but not yet finished?
Complicating factor: Game Seven is being played in Dee-troit tonight and we'll have an early start-time, i.e., 1700 hrs local. Which... only two and a half hours away. Just about enough time for part of my remaining agenda today, but not all.
Well, I think you know how this story ends. As much as I love my blog-buds, The Great Outdoors and beer is a siren-song that's proving irresistible. I'll catch up later.
Really.
Ahh, decisions, decisions. So is the life of those at leisure.
ReplyDeleteDrink the beer, smoke the ceegar, and enjoy the game.
ReplyDeleteWe're not going anywhere.
You've got a weather bone, Buck.
ReplyDeleteTake the outdoors while you can.
ReplyDeleteDan sez: "So is the life of those at leisure."
ReplyDeleteNot to flog a dead horse... but you should try it!
Buckskins: I did just that! ;-)
Daphne: I suppose I do, as long as it's GOOD WX.
Lou: That I did.
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