Hello, peeps. Today is a foggy Sunday. We woke up to a dusting of snow on the patio. A little trail of foot prints marked the path an animal took, probably a cat investigating the food and shelter situation.
We made the trek to the farm yesterday. While the farm garage is heated, I’m still traumatized from a childhood of watching my father and uncle working on their race car in our own “heated” garage.* I dressed in layers like I expected to be standing in the driveway, because that’s how it felt as a kid. Shawshank‘s dad took us through the back roads to get there.
Spoiler alert: it’s all back roads.
We weren’t freezing, which was nice. Even better, the part swap didn’t take long at all, and we were back on the road after only an hour. Since we had spent much less time at the farm than expected, we had some daylight to enjoy. Shawshank asked if I wanted to go for a drive, because he knows it’s one of my least favorite questions. However, there’s not a lot of places to go, and I knew his options were limited. We went to another town nearby, one I’d only ever driven through. This time, we stopped. The restaurant Shawshank wanted to go to was closed, so we walked through the grocery store and got some stuff to make lunch at home.
After lunch, I napped. We watched old episodes of CSI for the rest of the afternoon. Later, I played some AC: Rogue while Shawshank watched and pointed out things I missed. It was a good day.
Today is chore day, and later we’ll go out to Shady Acres. I still need to order something for Valentine’s day.
*For whatever reason, my father hated letting me sit in the house and read as a teen. I had to be outside if he was outside, so I would bundle up and sit beside the kerosene heater and miserably read while they worked on that money pit failure of a car.
