Nothing left to say

'cept, "Go Ducks!!!"

Cold: it’s not just for winter anymore.

Technically, it is still fall. It is still fall for another month. Tell that to the blanket of snow that covers the Hood River Valley. Tell that to the single digit temperature that greeted me yesterday morning. (This morning was damn near toasty at 12°.) Tell that to the critter with a luxurious fur coat as he demands his own personal space heater.

Could this be a sign of a rough winter?

The first snow event of the season.

I got about 8” of fresh snow! I am prepared: I have nowhere to go until Monday morning.

Happy Fête du Bon Père.

 

It don’t get better than this!

Okay, it is a little dark.

But still funny as hell.

Thank you, Stephen Pastis!

The odometer from Richard's car

Talk about reliable and faithful!

I am still alive...

... By the skin of my teeth.

This working for a living crap is for the birds. Give me a life of leisure!

November may have started well

...but now it is falling apart at an alarming speed.

In 1 hour and 30 minutes I have to go back to work.

This is just so unfair. Why should I have to work for a living? Oh lamentable day, your harshness makes me sad. Go away... just go away and leave me in peace.

November starts well!

Oregon 45, Stanford 16.

It is good!