Whatever happens is what I planned.

0623AM. OK Sun. I am up. Why aren’t you?

Today’s main event was a meeting with my lawyer to review plans for my general demise and death. Serious business. Heck, ChatGPT told me to wear real clothes. I was ready.

The lawyer was sick. Rescheduled for next week.

It was 45°. Time for a real walk. First one since St. Maarten. Well…

Walking south? Also not happening. Nothing down that way worth risking a broken leg.

I can not even get over to inspect my garden box. Ray, the Rosemary will survive the snow. But the cold might kill him. Hoping for the best for Ray.

So, I paced around and around the Asylum’s salted walkways. Took the back way to the grocery. Logged about 3 miles. So. Exercise mission accomplished.

Easy to see that this Little Library is at an Old Folks Asylum! Windows XP, anyone?

I paced past our Little Library several times.

I always liked XP. I was sad when it finally retired. I also spotted a much-read copy of Artemis Fowl. Hope some kid from across the street discovers it.

I think I’ll leave St. Maarten up top and deploy this as a summer header.

Also paced past our “water feature” several times. I am sure the birds appreciate open salt-free water.

Whatever happened was what I planned.

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