A week ago it was giant dead whales on beaches in 90 degree weather. Yesterday - a VERY heavy two-wheeled vehicle moving SLOWLY thru the woods of the high country. Today - Q and I braved The Hill - AKA The Rock - AKA - Killibrew just keeps making it WORSE. It was Balls cold up there today. A net drop of almost 90 degrees. My soul and body are in a mass state of confusion. But I am home. With my family and my woods and my wind and all that goes along with that. And that - Folks - is winning the lottery.