Christmas Day was mild and lovely, a little hint of Spring. Every day since, it has rained, varying from drizzle to downpour; when it isn't raining, it's about to and looks it. The weather is growing increasingly unhinged, with floods overnight, freezing rain just to the north and a band of heavy rain sweeping into Indy as I type, with high wind warnings in its wake.
The rest of the country is having their own versions of crazy weather, none of it pleasant. It's not a typical winter but it's winter nonetheless: hostile and unforgiving.
It is a reminder that lacking technology, a lot of the planet is unfit for human habitation. Oh, it doesn't take power plants and gas pipelines; various peoples got by (and some still do) with little more than edged tools, fire, carpentry and leather-making...and working from sunrise to sunset, each and every day. Thinking that, I'm all the more grateful for the roof over my head.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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