March 9, 2015March 10, 2015Paul's LettersLeave a Comment

It’s finally warm*!

The sun is shining, I can hear the drip, drip, drip of ice and snow melting, the porch is dry, so dammit, I’m going to enjoy this.

*It’s only 41°, but it might as well be Florida after this winter.

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