What do you suppose happens when I run out of hours and get a couple of days off? During hunting season? Yup.
So this is happening right now:
It might only be a day and a half, but my pouty face is gone!
I must go now. The woods are snowy and silent. Time to clear my mind. Happy day!
Tonight I love winter. Because it might be my only chance to love it this year… It’s hard to love when you’re driving in it. Playing in it, though? Love.