Good morning my southern friends. It’s me, Shawshank. You know, north of the wall. How’s the weather down there? It looks pretty calm right now. But later? Who knows!

Podrick was nice enough to let me sleep until about 7:20ish. That seems to be about the time he wants us up nowadays. That pretty much works for me. Would it be nice to sleep until 8? Yes ma’am it would. But I’ll take what I can get. And if the means 7:20, I’m totes ok with that.

I’m on a couple of days off. Today( I’ll be heading to Shady Acres to finish up the pellet stove. I just have to put a pipe thing back on and an upside down lid thing, and with my skill, should be ready to introduce fire to the stove. Shouldn’t take more than maybe an hour? We’ll see how quick my dad will be moving this morning.

I still have to finish Raw from last night.

It’s also Remembrance Day here. So I’ll talk to my grampa a little later.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

 Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

 In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

 In Flanders fields.