Ray's Thought for the Day

Jeez Louise. Imagine this. Some presumptive astronomer gets a telescope fer Baby Jesus Day. But this particular presumptive astronomer lives in northwestern Minnesota, hard upon the much frozen northlands. But what a round chested presumptive astronomer we are considering here, so out he, she or it ventures into the frigid night, for to observe the celestial. Then lo and behold it is very cold indeed and the first ep selected freezes to finger tips, then a second also does likewise, but on t'other paw. So then our presumptive astronomer must retreat inside the house to somehow detach those eps from its fingers. Can ye imagine the aggravation of tryin' to get the door to the warm house open with an ep froze to each paw? I can.

The above is what almost happened to me, Ray in the wee hours of this mornin' when I went outside without my jacket.

Ray! Do you recall the temperature regime of this particular early morning during the wee hours in these parts?

Easy that Crumby, not precisely, but it was mitey cold indeed, so back inside the Cow Barn went I, and adorned myself with a jacket. And while so adorned and fidgetin' about in the great outdoors I was then accosted by a great dog wearin' a contraption bedecked with blinkin' lights, so that this particular great dog was of terrible aspect, much like the spells respectin' the Hound of the Baskervilles, or even the Hound of Cu the Ulaid, and much afeared and startled would I have been, accosted by this great slaverin' dog, but for all the Druid trainin' I, Ray have met with, first at Dr. Swineherd's place, and now at the good old Cow Barn.

Yepper Ray. That stray Labrador retriever was indeed fairly spooky.