I slept in. There was a lot of snow-shoveling yesterday, and just plain shoving (of the snowblower through deep snow) and it adds up. Even after having gone and soaked in a bath of epson salts, it adds up.
The Big Melt is supposed to begin today, with prolonged temperatures in the low forties persisting late into the night and returning tomorrow. The odd little people who live inside the TV chirpily mentioned at least three times every hour all morning, "Don't forget to clear out the storm drains on your street," which I sleepily thought was a darned good idea, as it would be an excellent place to hide a nagging bundle of photons after strangling. Awake, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way and would be rude if you could anyway.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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