Is this a dagger I see before me?

Macb...... no, stupid, "The Scottish Play."

0715 this morning. Sun rising in a cerulean sky, temperature at -1ºC and a lot less with windchill. Grabbed this and hurtled back indoors for my wheaty bangs; Flossie loved it, cold and crisp.

Spent the day sleeping as my fun of yesterday with the axes and splitting maul (a sledge hammer and axe combined) really exacted more from my frame than I'd realised. The brain will keep going long after the body thinks it's time to give in. :-)) That's my problem. I was awarded my green beret 42 years ago next month and some things just never die. :-))