Mas commuting. Mas using the Ute for large loads (not mega-loads, mind you). Mas errands. Mas heat. Mas miles. New grips for the Ute. Summer haircut.
A little reality and mortality in there with my dad's surgery. Looking in mirror at impending mortality a bit. I'm not morose, but one ponders- or broods- a bit. Life is short. Life isn't guaranteed. Live it while you got it. I'm glad my dad came through and I should do the same.