Today at Iten's Acres: April in December December 26, 2016

The best laid plans of mice and chubby old bald men often . . . You know. Today was supposed to be grade all the papers day so I would have the rest of vacation to do as I please. But . . . who knew it would be a spring day in December? And it was a surprise in a way. The trees were doing their moaning song last night and early this morning--I was sure it was cold moving in. But when I went out to feed the Posse--behold, warmth. How could I possibly spend this day inside? Not a chance. So, extra long walk this morning. Then, spent most of the day outside working. Well, "working." I'm still not doing any heavy lifting, but this evening with the lifting I did do, I feel fine--for an old man. I love the curse of physical labor. And I had two advisors. The Posse made sure I didn't do any loafing or take any cat naps. Midnight is as bossy as his alter-ego. Man, did I get an earful all day long. Psycho just sits and looks--gives me the "what do you think you're doing dumb human." I endured the criticism, loved the labor, and am not the least bit sorry that I didn't get the papers graded. Thank You, Lord for the Christmas present--April in December. O H