Got up, it’s maybe 68 degrees, slight breeze, and sunshine from here to the highway. It’s Saturday and I get to work from home this morning, so I dried off the table and chairs on the back porch, put some bacon on to fry, and shot this picture.
By the time I started the biscuits, the Ice was in the kitchen, wanting to cook. Of course, this gives me great hopes for my retirement. Get him to marry someone I adore, then sit back, eat his cooking, and enjoy my grandchildren.
This is the life.