Friday morning came early today. I limped down to the kitchen to make a Yeti of coffee around 4:30 aye-em. Outside the snow glowed a faint blue from the full moon. The air, according to my phone, was a frigid 10F. I am glad I was inside.
I don’t know why I’m up early. If you do, please let me know.
That image is the tree in the family room. The big nine-footer is in the living room by the front window. The wife always makes the house beautiful and elegant. I dig it. Your mileage may vary. That’s okay, we don’t have to like the same stuff.
Me? I’d be that guy with so many tacky decorations outside you need to follow a path to the front door. I suppose that is a metaphor for our lives. The wife always is polite and classy. I’m a tacky, uncouth, redneck at heart.
3 comments:
Sorry about that; I woke up coughing at 4:30, you could probably hear it over at your place. Head cold is draining into my lungs. The gift that kept on giving from my wife and her workplace...
Get well soon!
Joe
You and your wife are both class acts. Well matched.
The tree is more than lovely.
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