I'm tired of worrying about getting from point a to point b before everything turns into a skating rink. I'm tired of feeding the wood stove and I'm tired of listening to it, too.
The back deck is a mess... that's not water, my friends. That is serious ice.
The daffodils and the front porch are encased in ice.
I am ready for some 75 and sunny... Heck, I'll take 50 and rainy.
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