Woody Cavenaugh

I awoke at 8am this morning a light rain falling on the roof of the house. I could hear birds chirping, and a certain corgie with a full bladder.

Something was different. I got up and my feet barely touched the floor. Normally the floor goans under my weight. I padded lightly out the front door and the corgie and I relieved our bladders. Ah...country life.

Lets see, no work today, no work Monday. No fencing tonight, no fencing tomorrow, no fencing Monday. No past deadlines, no weight of enormous responsibilities at work, no weight of enormous responsibilities at fencing, no since of failure at a job that is suddenly a stranger to me, no country-western music, no rap, no opera. No one really has any idea how much weight they are carrying until that moment they wake to discover it is gone.

What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen Woody?
I'll tell you later.