Saturday, February 21
Amazing what a little sunshine can do for the soul.
Nice day for a "fly-by".
A closer look reveals what looks to me like B-52's.
I pray that they are more of our brave men and women coming home safely.
"Go ahead, make my day."
The object of this game is to run. Escape if you can. You can't.
The rugged mountain boy plays the dangerous game of "I have the cookies, and you don't".
Happiness is sawdust in the workshop.
I made a box. Rabbet joints, wood glue, countersunk screws.
No Laz, it's not a cat box.
With the sun setting at 5:30, it feels a little like less like "Northern Exposure".
