Traffic was still heavy.
I rode all the way down with one hand cupped on my forehead and my nose stuck in the phone.
Badger said Cowboy nearly rear-ended an old lady, but I pretty much had a blindfold on and tried not to see anything.
Badger and I had a very long wait in the car.
Thankfully it wasn’t bone-chilling cold; it actually got a little warm.
I don’t know what Badger did, but I caught up on social media.
NieNie had her baby, Minnie.
All I can think of is Minnie Mouse, but I’m sure someone out there wouldn’t like my kids’ names either.
I people‑watched, saw a flock of geese go over honking their heads off, and tried to nap, but every time I shut my eyes I felt like someone was watching.
I’d pop my eyes open, and sure enough, an old man in a car was watching me.
Badger says it was only an hour.
I don’t think that’s right, but sure, okay.
Cowboy finally came out, complaining about his long wait.
He agreed to have his procedure done.
Every time he has labs done, his levels go up even more.
The doctor has been wanting him to do this procedure for at least two years, if not longer.
I told him before he went down that he did not want to be like Joe Biden and have anything spread to his bones.
Do the procedure, make sure nothing is lurking.
His last procedure was good.
We’re pretty sure his levels are just age-related.
You’re just never sure until you go in.
So he’ll go sometime in February to get that done.
It’s general anesthesia, so he will be able to drive himself.
After he got out of the doctor’s office, we headed to Walmart.
The crowds were ridiculous.
You mention snow and there’s a stampede to the store.
Milk, bread, pimento cheese, canned biscuits, Spam, none of it could be found.
We were mostly doing our weekly shopping, with a little it might snow and we might lose power shopping tossed in.
It was 1:30 p.m. before we got home.
By the time he’d eaten dinner and taken care of his chickens, it was time for Cowboy to go to work.
He didn’t get a nap in, so working tonight will probably be hard.
Once he left and the school traffic calmed down, Badger and I walked down to the creek church and sat awhile.
It was nippy but not bone-chilling cold.
You know that old joke about why the chicken crossed the road?
We ran into a chicken on the way home.
Badger was hoping it would cross the road for a picture op, but it refused.
We came home, and for reasons known only to her, Badger decided tonight was house clean‑up night.
She’s cleaned from top to bottom.
She stopped only for supper; I didn’t question her and just stayed out of the way.
We’re under a state of emergency.
It’s supposed to hit Saturday afternoon, and right now they’re saying it’ll be all ice.
Honestly, snow would be easier to deal with than ice.
Chances are, it might just end up being all hype and no action.
That happens a lot around here too.
I bought Foxy a very stinky kitty lollipop.
He loved it, but oh my word, that thing reeks.
I thought it would be a morning treat, but I couldn’t face that smell early in the morning.
Speaking of Fox, he got chosen for a calendar.
He’s Mr. September.
I’m not paying, I think it’s forty dollars for the calendar though.
And after a bit of research, it may even be a scam.
One Reddit thread posted the links they got, and Fox is not September.
He’s not even on theirs.
One more appointment in the morning.
Thank goodness it’s in Jefferson City, no more darn interstate.
I need to stop by the bank.
A store ran a purchase through twice.
It’s been a month and I just caught it.
It may be too late.
I’m going to call it a night.
I skipped my nap today, and I definitely felt it.
