10 hard-chargers sallied out in perfect October conditions for an early start to the week.  The disclaimer warned that pax could be amputated, discombobulated, flagellated, rendered, fendered, and could even possibly catch the common cold out there.  

With this disconcerting knowledge we ambled forth to see what fun we could find.  Because I am a Q who cares, the morning offering included opportunities to improve muscular strength, cardiovascular fitness and mobility. 

Let the moleskine and the record reflect that Canuck defied the odds by participating on the rock exchange.

Neck rolls were performed for Soprano. 

Shake was better late than never.

The old-timers reminisced about buying hush puppies at Thom McCann and Kenney’s.

Airstream informed Possum exactly how he felt about “moral victories”

Cubicle has been galivanting around out west to scout out appropriate venues for upcoming nuptials.

Bagboy ordered expensive coffee then departed. 

That was a fine morning upon which we can hang our hats men.  Y’all done real good. 

Gnarly Goat sends.