The rains overnight turned into sleet this morning, and have switched over to heavy wet snow in the last half hour. State Troopers have just issued a "treacherous driving conditions" alert, so my attention will be turned toward surviving the morning commute.
Here's this, instead submitted by a shipmate:
I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing ‘fairly well' for my age. (I just turned seventy-three, and thought it might be time for a checkup.)
A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, 'Do you think I'll live to be 80?'
He asked, 'Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer, wine or hard liquor?'
'Oh no,' I replied. 'I'm not doing drugs, either!'
Then he asked, 'Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?'
'I said, 'Not much... my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!'
'Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, boating, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?'
'No, I don't,' I said.
He asked, 'Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have lots of sex?'
'No,' I said.
He looked at me and said, 'Then why do you even care?'
6 comments:
Now, THAT was funny, Rev.
And true!
Thank you, sir!
Point... sigh...
I know, darn it.
Treacherous roads in Alaska - man, the only place you can find more treachery is in DC, and that's not the roads. Do not miss!
We're getting the drizzle of "snow at altitude melting on the way down", and as soon as the 34 degree high dies away, I expect the asphalt to get slick as this cold front rolls across North Texas like G-d's own Zamboni.
At which point the non-transplants will lose their minds, and the transplants will make even greater fools of themselves as they try to demonstrate the skills which long since perished.
Wing, I hear you. We have good vehicles with excellent traction, but the roads get a little bit less fun each year. Digging out of the snow isn't as much fun as it used to be, either. Hmm.
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