Off to work.
But not without one, last, unrelated political tidbit from a Houston source, about Dallas, with a final quote from the Austin sheriff.
“No more politics,” I said to myself. Then I saw this:
Had to do a little running around, and I had to think about the approaching winter season. Long pants, well, jeans, really, and shirts. With sleeves. Is it necessary? After ambling downtown to fetch an afternoon libation (served by a Libra), and not making it back across the bridge until almost dark, I noticed that very distinct chill in the air. Winter-time.
I had to find out what size shirt I wear, too. Fifteen or sixteen in the neck? 33/34 sleeve? That sound right? You’d think I know by now, but what I usually do is just pick up an “L.” Much easier that way.
Heard again, too, Friday afternoon, “Aren’t you that fishing and hunting guy from TV? You look just like him!”
