Happy Labor Day and Taking A Few Day Off

Happy Labor Day

I have decided to take the rest of the week off. I have a lot of stuff I need to organize and get busy posting. I always do when I return to the Northland. Admittedly last weeks postings were not the greatest achievement for blogging - and I apologize. But this week I will be out on the bike some, in the Jeep some, and breathing in the crisp fall air and looking at all the beautiful space that makes home special. I'll also take my camera so if I see something good you will be the first to see it. Hang in there, loyal readers (all 4 of you), I realize that Existing In BFE is an integral part of your day. What is toast without butter? What are kibbles without bits? What is coffee without the blog?

I never noticed until just now but it looks like our nice little bike riding buddy above has an ankle bracelet. Look closely. I'll wait.

If you find yourself getting anxious in the next few days without the blog remember one our favorite jokes: What did the mother buffalo say to her son as he went off to college? Bison.

Raise your hands if you went streaking at 4 am like I said to last Friday. Okay, I see...1 person! Thanks Mrs. Wombie for paying attention.

See you back here next Monday!

ADDENDUM:

I HAVE MOVED MY TRIP BACK TO KITSCHLAND UP THREE DAYS. IRMA MAY DISRUPT POSTS NEXT WEEK.

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