Six more weeks of winter. I’ve passed Groundhog’s Day without comment.

First, it was a bright, sunny day. (Whistle cheery theme here.) Then, it became darker and ominous. Darker, and more ominous. Lions and tigers and bears, Oh my!

Finally, I said, “Shit!”

Joe’d gone to a company dinner for post-Christmas. Some idjit had almost run over three people standing at the stoplight a few blocks away. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said. Actual winter-like conditions persisted until later that night, when Lee scraped my windows. He’s a better man than I deserve. I refilled the windshield wiper fluid for him this afternoon. Love.

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