Holy cow. It’s cold. My lunch break walk was rather short. Once I turned into the wind, I felt like I had an ice cream headache confined to my eyebrows and eyeballs. My pants throbbed and my fingers recoiled.
I did note that an old farmhouse near my work, which Brooke and David mentioned to me over the weekend, appears to be slated for a zoning change. I might have to watch that.
All this talk of zoning changes and exploring abandoned lots for old bits of metal is making my pants throb.
ReplyDeleteI tease because I love, Mark.