57°F right now, raining; thunder has been rattling the windows all morning and winds have been so strong and gusty that at one point, after an unnerving series of thumps and rattles, Tam and I looked at one another and decided to avoid the West-facing windows until the storm had passed.
It's still January, right?
...It must be. The meat-eating urologists are promising a dusting of snow by sunset.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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