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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