I have no idea how hot it got today. I do know that there has been a brisk breeze and I have spent most of the day on the patio . . . sitting still. I can speak for both the ole cowboy and myself that yesterday may have been a bit much for us with the temps in the 90s and high humidty. Dennis had been at the car show on the concrete of our main street in the heat of yesterday, and I was busy with our carpenter.
For myself, I knew by last night that I would feel the effects of trying to be what I had been perhaps twenty years ago, no, make that 40 years ago. The mind is willing and the body thinks “Okay, if this is how you want to play it, but payback is hell.”
I sat still for the bulk of the day and Dennis checked his eyelids for cracks several times today. I can say that tomorrow is a new day and we will be stepping up to whatever surfaces . . . and when Dennis looked at me today and then let his gaze wander to the acre, I knew it would be mowing.
Life on Stauffer is still sweet.