At least for the next week. After that, who knows. We're looking at several days with lows in the teens and highs in the thirties -- just in time for the weekend!
Tam just headed towards the back door at a high rate of speed -- sprinkling rain put her off running the trash can out to the curb last night and now the clock is ticking: 6:55 as I write this and the trash truck swings by as early as 7:00. --It can be late as 9:00 or 9:30 a.m. some weeks, but there's no predicting it. 33°F out there, too, which is not pajama weather.
I'm thinking this weekend might just be a "don't bother to get out of bed" weekend for me. Pile on the quilts, set a much of cocoa on the nightstand and read until I doze off, repeating as often as necessary. Probably not, but the thought is comforting.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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