Cold last night. Thirty-nine degrees. Yow! That's cold, especially when one of the household members (not me) feels that the heat should not go on until after the Thanksgiving turkey carcass has been bubbled away for stock and the tree is about ready to be hauled out of the attic. Yes, that is what I said....Attic....no real tree here thank you since one of the members of the household - again not me-- thinks real trees spontaneously combust as soon as you turn your back on them. If all progresses as it usually does, 39 degrees will be fondly recalled as a balmy evening during Indian Summer. Can we still say that by the way, Indian Summer? Anyhow, as I started saying, it's cold and more than likely will get colder and heat will not be turned on for quite some time.
Ah well. That's why God made sweaters and afghans and socks.
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