"Never mind your happiness; do your duty." - Peter Drucker

Sent to me by a friend. A good friend who knows me well. Thanks, John. 

Marta brought Stella back this afternoon. The girl had this silly grin on her face and a swagger that said, "I've been there, girls. And it's goooood."

I stepped on the scale this morning. I expected bad news and wasn't disappointed. So for the first time in over two months I went for a run and was more deliberate with the calisthenics regimen I started a few weeks back. I leave for NY in three weeks and want to have at least half of this excess gone by then.

Pam baked cookies today. Yeah, that will help a lot.

Uma Thurman says Harvey Weinstein made her feel uncomfortable. If that's the measure of sexual harassment then every girl but one who I asked out for a date could accuse me of the crime.
(And I married that one.)

I'm undecided about watching the Super Bowl. I haven't watched a minute of an NFL game all season, my way of respecting the flag and the troops who put themselves in harm's way for my benefit.
For the last five or six years I've done a running commentary on Facebook on the ads as they play. The crazy thing: I've got a (small) group of people who have let me know they look for my real time reactions each year.
So, my friends or my principles?

I spent a couple of hours this morning cleaning up one of the manuscripts and then decided I needed a break from work I find tedious and stressful. So I found a series of physical tasks to do outside, chores I've been neglecting and a few misc. projects.

I was given eight trees that were leftovers from a school's Arbor Day activities. They weren't really trees; more like 12" twigs with a two or three roots at one end. I've been soaking them in water for a few days and planted them this morning along the private road on the south side of the property.
The front side of the chicken coop doesn't get much sun but because this is Oregon it does get rain. That explains the green mold growing on the bottom 12" of the exterior wall. A stiff brush, a bucket of water and an hour's worth of elbow grease got that cleaned up.
Goats can be hard on things. In this case it meant I had to repair the gate that separates their area of the barn from the section where I keep the grain and hay.
The temps are unseasonably warm so I only light a fire in the morning to take the overnight chill off MoHo. But the supply of firewood on the front porch was still a little low so I replenished it.

So here it is Saturday night, we're watching a recorded episode of Endeavor, and when it's done I'll have a cup of coffee, maybe one of those cookies, and call it a day.
I feel much better for having worked outside and gone for a run. I think I'll do that again soon.