Minus Nine

On Sunday night, I asked Kathy if it was supposed to warm up.

“For sure. It’s going to be 40 one day this week.”

So, imagine my surprise on Monday morning as I left for work.

“Damn, it’s frigid!” I yelled, as I dragged the garbage tote in from the road.

And I play a game, guessing what temperature it is as provided by my car display.

“Five degrees,” I called out, not believing that I missed by 14 degrees!

-9

Minus-freaking-nine!

That’s as cold as I’ve ever seen.

We were up to zero by 9:00.

And of course, it all brings havoc to my aching bones by the end of the day.

Now, one might ask, how is Ollie handling this?

On Saturday, I put out a text:

“How many passes has Ollie caught in 2026? Closest to it gets $50.”

Kathy, Jake and Sam all put their guesses in…

…Sam was closest…

…just 130 away.

As of this writing, Ollie has caught 6,020 passes in 2026, averaging about 150 a day.

Yesterday morning, at minus nine…

…he had no interest.

Can’t blame him!

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