Well, come 1:00, it's partly cloudy, breezy, and 45 degrees or so. I could only find one of my winter gloves (I share a home with someone my daughters dubbed "the relocation fairy." If she sees something important to someone she loves, Vicky picks it up to take care of it -- then drops it in unpredictable places!). SO -- letting fashion override sense, I opted to have TWO cold hands. But, the rest of me was warm as I launched into the wind. Clockwise? Counterclockwise? The ΜΟΛΟΝ ΛΑΒΕ flag vigorously asserted that the wind was coming from the North. So, at the end of Wheats Valley Road, I took a left. Alas, the various vales create unpredictable vortexes. (vortices?) Heading up Gunstock Creek Road, I felt the wind change directions several times. Crested said road -- and I began seeing a few isolated snowflakes. Says I to myself, says I, "Let's see what the flag at the Sedalia Schoolhouse has to say."
That flag advertised a vigorous headwind if I completed my loop, so I turned around and backtracked. Going down Gunstock Creek Road into a howling headwind, I howled a bit myself as the chill bit through my garb.
Still, I got out. Got moving. And am now ready to dig into my taxes again.