32 Feels Like 75

Over the last couple of weeks there’s been a true sense of dread as I’ve opened my eyes.

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The bed is warm.

And it’s been so freaking cold that a lot of jobs have slowed down so that is also aggravating to me.

I climbed a scaffold to a rooftop at a job and I’m telling you, sixty feet up, the wind howling, the deck slippery.

It was like Antarctica.

But Lo and Behold…

…8 degrees turned into 32 on Friday.

I felt like barbecuing!

Now, I know that it isn’t going to last very long, but I have a card in my pocket…

…”I’ll be on a golf course in 21 days.”

Friday will be the second day out of four.

I picked up the golf ball that I carry around with me, and I told that ball that he was going to a great course.

(Yeah - I talk to my golf ball).

“There’s water on the first hole,” I mentioned. “It’s off to the right. I’m not going to hit you into the water.”

The ball didn’t answer me.

I think he was too cold from sitting in my car.

It isn’t going to last long.

They’re saying that the game time temperature for Sunday’s game will be 8.

That’s the high over the three days between Sunday and Tuesday.

But man, 32 degrees felt great!

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