Hi, Barb

Fetching that morning newspaper is Ray's First Great Adventure of thr the Day.
Our front door has an unusually muscular pneumatic tube that, as you attempt to step out, tries its damnedest to push you back indoors. (We've tried adjusting the tube. No luck.) After that, there's the garden walk. Once you reach the end of the walk, the next giggle is finding where the morning paper, pitched from the passing delivery van, has landed: findable? reachable? beyond the curb? on the roof of my Jeep? unfindable? (always a possibility). All the while, my eyes are darting right and left, knowing that if I'm not vigilant I'm sure to be mowed down by a 80 mph skakeboarder.

Cheers!
Ray (@ray666)