Tomorrow is June 6th. D-Day the 6th of June 1944. The invasion of Normany, France and subsequent liberation of Europe and the fall of the Third Reich. Hug a WWII Vet. There aren't many left.
Tomorrow (June 6th), I'm putting away the snow shovels, ice melter, and ice scrapers (that sit on the front porch throughout the winter) for the year. About damn time. I hope I'm right.
Tuesday (June 7th) I'm on my way up the hill to see what's open. I'm back up again on Thursday with Yuki to do some fishing. Hey, it's National Fishing and Boating Week. I'm trying to do my part. Oh, I'll probably do some fishing while I'm up there on Tuesday too. How can I resist?
Let you know how it works out.