Not much to survive from. My Christmas was like any other day. No gifts 'cepting a couple of hot pads from my sister. My old ones were pretty ratty.
The two of us went hiking in Battleground (IN) where Wm. Henry Harrison fought Tecumseh and his brother "The Prophet". Good weather (40's). However, Barbara brought along a friend who was overweight, out of shape, and very slow. I got tired of going at a snail's pace, so I left them "in the dust". We could only do about a mile.
Watched a few Andy Griffith reruns on a "Barney Fife Marathon". Both of them were such good actors. Sunday night football between Green Bay and Chicago was entertaining.
I'm finished reading Tom Brokaw's new book ("The Time of Our Lives")--okay, but nothing great. Now I'm in to the writings and thoughts of Theodore Roosevelt, one of my presidential favorites. What he said over 100 years ago holds much truth today. Amazing. I won't elaborate.
For some reason, I have incurred the wrath of a couple of fellow mybloggers-ites, I suppose for my outspokeness. It might be noticeable by their absences in response. True, I step on a toe or two over time. I'm not all sugar and cream. But I'm not dropping out--at least not now. I am considering a return to Blogster or a totally new site. Any suggestions?
In the meantime, have a great week. I have no plans.