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The Missus Herself and Your Humble Scribe are traveling today. Through the magic of computers and the tools of the web of world-wideness, this post was written on Wednesday, the 23rd of December and published on Saturday, the 26th of December, the day after Christmas, the day known in much of the English-speaking world (except for the U.S.) as Boxing Day.
At this point in time (when the post was written) I have no idea how my Christmas went. When you read this, I'll know. If I get the chance I'll tell you, so that you will know.
I have no idea if I saw snow up in the ancestral lands or not. That lies in my current future but which will be (when you read this) my recent past.
Anyhoo, I thought the picture was cool, if not downright frosty and do all the deer in Alberta use the highways in the winter? Jeebers but that looks cold.
Hope your Christmas was grand. I'll let you know how mine was when I know.
Time travel is confusing...
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You've gone off to see your Mom, on the Feast of Steven? Where the snow lay on the road deep and crisp and even?
ReplyDeleteIndeed...
DeleteHither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
underneath the mountain,
right against the forest fence
by Saint Agnes fountain.
Or something to that effect...
If deer shouldn't use the roads, why are the roads plowed?
ReplyDeleteGood point. Cheaper to plow the roads than to issue the deer snowshoes.
DeleteTime travel isn't confusing. Your will have, had, to be had holidays notwithstanding. If symptoms persist, see The Doctor.
ReplyDeleteI see...
DeleteMaybe.
I definitely need to see The Doctor.