We've been capturing and relocating racoons lately. I've been taking them two or three miles away and turning them loose. This one went to Whetstone Creek.
Mowed the pasture late this afternoon. Man, I'm TALL. Old, too. I refilled my old-age prescription this afternoon, and the pharmacy clerk said, "Hey, that's my birthday, too! Same year and everything." "Well, happy half birthday, then" I said. "Today we are exactly 66.5 years old. Together we are 133 years old! Ain't we done fine livin' this long????" How's THAT for hillbilly?