All the snow they kept freaking out about all last week is apparently missing us and hammering everything just East of here, as in feet of.
Bummer for them.
I better not hear one whiny sonofabitch even mention the word drought come next Summer.
I didn’t do a fucking thing over the weekend, as a matter of fact, I didn’t even put shoes on until I had to roll the garbage can down to the curb last night.
The Bronco never moved and I didn’t bother going out in the garage because my left wrist was all fucked up since Thursday.
I broke it twice in my younger years going over the bars on motorized two wheeled contraptions and landing with my arms stretched out, hands first.
There is a tiny little bone behind your thumb called a Novicular bone.
I have broken that twice. Every once in a while it comes back to haunt me for no good reason.
If you fuck that little bone up, you can wiggle your thumb around but have zero grip on anything. I mean zero. It’s pretty amazing. That flared up and I sat around all weekend rubbing something like Aspercreme on it . It’s much better but not 100% yet.
I’ll be favoring that hand for a while yet.
Other than that, it’s raining and whatever snow is left over from Friday is going fast.
The weather forecasters around here have their heads up their asses and every single one of them admitted that they have no idea what the real forecast is for the general area around here. Everything East of here is fucked though.
Ain’t a damn thing I can do about it anyway except wait and see.