I've been getting enough sleep lately, that's for sure; I managed to sleep right through the program I was going to watch on the Travel Channel, hosted by Mr. Zimmern, who has a cooking/travel show.  But fortunately, my daughter taped the show, and I will get to see it after all. 

Yesterday was warm and balmy, plenty of sunshine, and I decided to get out my leaf blower and see what I could do.  I was impressed, even though I only did my rock garden, part of the driveway, front lawn, and path around the house.  It was a good job, and I didn't hurt myself doing it.  I laid down a lot of clean straw on the path I travel to the chicken's house, and Arnie, the Wonderdog, was so impressed with my work, that he laid down on the straw and wouldn't come in for his supper.  He tried to talk me into bringing his food out to him, but eventually had to give up and come in. 

The wind and rain proceeded through the night, turning into a hissing and smacking sound by this morning.  I went out in my flip flops to drag a big tarp up from the garage to cover the wood pile, and after flipping and flopping around for what seemed like a long time, I got the woodpile covered up, and noticed that my feet, wet, cold and leafy, were quite cold; as cold as if I had ventured outside in winter. 

And I couldn't help but notice that you would never know that I had used the leaf blower today; but then, there are very many leaves still on the trees, and the wind has been swirling them around, too.  Oh well.  I knew this would happen. 

I made a boiled dinner last night, using a Kielbasa sausage.  It was comfort food, with veggies, at it's best.