Lots going on. Work, the house, no work (for Lori), taxes, school (Jag and Ty), and Dixie, (she doing ok?), the virus, civil unrest, and of course money, all contribute to stress. All you can do is tackle things one at a time. But gee, what a bunch of crap going on. On top of that, it’ll be mid-September in 60 days! Wow, hard to believe. Time flies.
Last night Marty, James and I planned out our hunting trip. Looks like we’ll head to Idaho at the end of September. We can’t wait. Lori made fajita’s which were unbelievably good. I told her she would piss off all the Mexican women in town if word got out.
This morning Jag and I are headed to Denver to pick up a piece of steel for the front door while Lori will head down to the house as the couch and dining room table arrive today. There was a micro burst or mini storm in Eagle last night as a tree blew down over the freeway in the late afternoon. It was posted on Facebook.
Harley comes home Wednesday, whoo hoo! Hope she’s trained like we expect. That’s it, time to go, God Bless.