Can't even explain how nice it was to get up on our on timeline this morning. Can't remember doing that since BK (Before Kids). There is not a lack of heating here. Between the thermostat setting of 90 and the jacuzzi pumping copious amounts of steam into the air, I was sweating profusely just sitting on the bed. I can't remember that happening before. It may actually be a weight loss vacation at this rate.
On a more serious note, I want to share another simmering item: the raging controversy concerning WHO has the world's largest working weathervane. The fair denizens here in Montague, MI lay claim to this impressive distinction, while others more jaded and world-weary beg to differ. As there are few options for food and gasoline here, I refuse to be embroiled in this incendiary topic, choosing instead to toe the local party line whenever I must take a stand - all in hopes of getting the goods and services I find myself needing.
Regardless of where this local weathervane stands in the annals of history, I can say that it was very useful this morning when Sarah and I were charting our walking course along the Hart Montague trail. The weathervane prominently indicated a northerly wind, which decided us to first take a northward tack into 30 degree temperatures and 20 degree wind chills. Given that our return was warmer and easier with a following wind, let me just say that in my book, the Montague weathervane always WILL remain the true giant among working weathevanes.
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