It’s 43, here, and I have to head out for Walmart again. *sigh*
I don’t want to bundle up but if I don’t, my shoulder will be killing me by the time I’ve walked six blocks.
It’s cloudy out, but there is no wind, which is good.
Why bother?
Not much ammo left at Wal-Mart.
I can’t handle going to Wally world more frequently than once every two weeks. (Please excuse wimpiness!)