Welcome to yet another Thursday, the day of the week dedicated to the sharing of three thoughts. This isn't to say that
1. Yesterday morning I jogged up and down Williams Wharf Road, and, thanks to the cold weather, I started off with a scarf, a headband for my ears, and two layers of shirts. One length of the road is one mile, and I did four. By mile two the ear-covering headband, gloves, scarf and outer layer of shirt had been removed.
2. That's because things warmed up quickly yesterday the higher the sun rose. By the afternoon it was SEVENTY TWO beeyooteeful degrees. And sunny! Taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather, I worked on my back yard, picking up pine cones and sticks and more pine cones and more sticks and so many pine cones and too many stinkin' sticks until even Mother Nature had to call a time out. When a gust of wind blew the wheel barrow holding a load of how many stupid sticks and prickly pine cones can there be! over sideways, I took that as a signal that I was working way too hard and should instead at least stop for a bit to acknowledge and appreciate the glory of a 70-degree day in February. So I did. Gladly.
3. Daughter's basketball team plays at 6:00 p.m. tonight at West Point for the conference (formerly known as a district, and why they have to change the rules on us old folks is beyond me because it's still basically a district) tournament. The last time we played West Point on their turf, we beat them in overtime. My sincere hope is tonight we beat them swiftly with no need for overtime. The team has the capability, that is not even a question. What they sometimes lack, however, is a substantial dose of mental fortitude and pure desire to completely
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And let's win this