Hunting Szn

I am increasingly aware of the limits on free time as an adult and especially with intermittent cycles of brain fog & fatigue, that makes me a little more anxious to complete projects when I'm feeling good. Like now :)

No volleyball again this week, as most of our players are teachers in town and it's prep week for back to school. The gym is still good and Rog had his first week of gym going and has a new workout program to try courtesy of yours truly (and said he was dying after the first exercise). 

However his workouts are temporarily at an end due to opening day of over the counter deer season - which he convinced his brother/boss to buy tags for and then due to FOMO, convinced himself as well. This year is high stress since it's first come, first serve until a set number of deer are killed - and the mountain road in our unit is now open instead of requiring a 2-mile hike into hunting region. So the Phoenicians are all scouring the mountain for deer. 

Roger's smug tomato face

I finished a couple books this week from my TBR pile (that I'm working on). One was Hinckley's biography. He's a funny guy and was called "The Slave" by the Twelve when he worked in their office building as a young scrub. Grampy's name is mentioned in relation to the Boston Temple site story. I also finished a couple quick reads - The Peacemaker and Clayton Christensen's Missionary book. I just have one church book left and it's Talmage's Articles of Faith, so it might take a minute. 

Despite hunting season, Roger agreed to accompany me back to the pick-your-own farm for some berries and tomatoes and corn (which he has been raving about. We also had some delicious cinnamon rolls and fudge and bought year-passes so we can go for the next 364 days.