Good morning
So this morning, like every morning, the cardinals living in the lilac bush outside the bedroom window woke at about 5:15. Loudly. They're assholes. When they wake, the dogs wake. This morning, unlike most mornings, Sara let them out. So I thought, good. I can sleep in. 6:30 is sleeping in for me, but still. Snooze, baby.
Then I remembered: I gots meat to smoke. So I slept in until about 5:45. And in the three hours since, I drank the better part of a pot of coffee, I cussed at the cardinals, I cussed at the Royals, I kissed Millie square on the lips (several times), I ate seven saltines, I did some dishes, I did some laundry, I watched a couple hundred runners in the KC Mito-What? 5k run discover the hills that surround Lake Waukomis are beautiful and unforgiving, and I threw 30 pounds of pork on the Weber Smokey Mountain. The meat is destined for the crews and guests of Jay Robinson Racing at the Kentucky NASCAR Nationwide race. Also, I'm all sweaty and gross, so I'm going to shower now. And maybe write more later. If you're lucky.
I'd post pictures, but the camera's dead. Too many cat pictures, apparenly.