This time it jumped the gun a bit.
It’s been kind of a weird November anyway, colder than usual, but I’ve enjoyed a few really nice days right here at the end. Coolish, but sunny and not stormy at all. So when I texted Landlady this sunny morning to confirm her visit it was with the calm assurance that we’d be working on Boot Hill this weekend. And she’s like, “You ever look at the forecast, dumbass?”
So she’s staying where it’s warm, and I’ve completely revised my weekend (and all next week, looks like) to one where I cocoon through the first winter’s storm and serious cold snap, stoking the woodstove and praying the water keeps flowing.
Ah, well. At least the Jeep is back. My days of long morning walks may be over for a while.