High Iron and Rollin' Thunder

The girly-boy nazi gasbag son-of-a bitch governor got his butt kicked in yesterday's election. 0-for-8 at the plate. What a jerk. I feel better now. MR and I are off to inferno gulch this weekend. I hope it doesn't rain. The weekend was quiet except for the Rollin' Stones concert. We had seats on the floor in scction C. It doesn't get much better than that. I have a few odds and ends to clean up at the Lodge and then the holidays. We have a surprise party to go to on the 26th of November for John Ski.. This ought to be fun. My back hurts!
YD