It was 54º when I got up this morning. Overcast, drizzly, windy. And now, 6 hours later, it is 54º, drizzly and windy. The "feels like" temperature is 48º, with that north wind blowing 21 mph and gusting higher. I have no desire to go out in that.
Yes, I know my friends in the frozen northland would call me candy ass... and I would agree. We had talked about going out for some "grandma food" for lunch, but agreed we'll be eating in. I am wearing long pants for the second day in a row. But, the real indicator of the weather: socks.
I have become a tenderfoot guy - it is rare I wear sandals these days, so I always have socks on during the day. Usually lighter weight socks. Getting specific: Keens that have a definite right and left foot. If you haven't tried "foot specific" socks, you may want to consider them. Really, they make my feet happy.
Last spring, Joan bought me a couple pair of thicker, taller Keen socks, to wear with my motorcycle boots. Turns out, there were a bit too warm for that. But, on a chilly day like today, they are just right.
"Seriously, a post about your socks? Slow news day?" Thanks for asking. I give more consideration to buying socks than I do my other clothing. The most prominent "tan line" I have is from just above my ankles on down. The whitest ankles you've ever seen. You didn't need to know that? Yeah, I'm over-sharing again.
But, I am happy on this dreary day, 'cause I am wearing some toasty socks that have an "R" and an "L" on them. ;-)
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Looking handsome...
Me? Stop, you're making me blush. Of course, I am talking about my furry boy...
Joan was making potato cheese soup. I was drying dishes. Rufus was sitting on the back of a chair, keeping an eye on us... you never know if it's time for a treat. Kidding - it's always time for a treat.
"Here's another pose, Pops"...
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