In my family, once a year, we go to the local syrup farm for pancakes and to refill our maple syrup inventory. Some years we hike and get a 'sugar on a stick'. (For those not in the know, a 'sugar on a stick' is heated maple syrup poured across snow and rolled up onto a Popsicle stick, like a Canadian lollipop)
I can't describe a lot about the syrup farm, cause that would give away my location. And the next step after that is people figuring out who I actually am, and I go through a lot of trouble to come up with fake names for every person in my life.
Long story short, it was past noon when I got home and still raining. By tonight, it was snowing hard enough that if it was snowing this hard tomorrow morning, it would be a snow day. So, I worked on the lyrics book. (Only 5 albums left, and a week to do them) As long as I keep on my an album a day schedule, I'll finish with two days to spare. Of course, if I get another concussion, it could set me back.
Nothing else to report.
Oh, wait; retainers ******* suck.
Yep. That's all.
Night.
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