I woke up this afternoon with all kinds of plans, looked out the window and decided it was a snow day. A day to sit indoors and glare at the pile of crystallized dihydrogen oxide covering everything. Winter. The season of our discontent, runny noses, frozen fingers and cars that won’t start. Eight months out of twelve up here in the Great White North we have winter. Even then, one can always find a sunbeam. So I shall take a page from Max today and just enjoy.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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