When I was a child, I liked to play secret agent.
I had codes, organizations, training facilities, the whole works. James Bond, well he was .007 and the queen can’t even get her agents to practice proper firearm safety.
I would not be bested by anything Ian Fleming wrote and took the codename 117, one upping the miserable philanderer exponentially in my spy like prowess.
At least that was how we played in the early grades and I have kept 117B as a moniker for around 30 years.
So, today is a special day here at the Campfire as the date is 1/17 to commemorate the founding of 117B Inc.
I went ahead and dressed the part today for His Majesty as is my custom on Sundays.
It is how we roll.
There was only one service online today and I was gravely disappointed. Despite not being able to physically attend, we take church seriously.
The days have been tough recently and I am hoping to log 5 miles on my Fitbit to get my lungs in better shape. They are deficient from covid.
And no. I have no part in the B117 Strain of Covid!
I did get some work in this afternoon as well and dug part of my garden for the year. Due to frequent watering, it was like permafrost and I needed a mattock to cut the lines where the water will go.
We have been as productive as possible over this way and put the Christmas tree away. My Beloved is working on putting new decorations out for Spring.
Well, I am off for another walk to build up my lung capacity. Have a beautiful Sunday!