We got a shitty little bit of snow sometime before Kathryn and I woke. Currently, it's 29˚F, but the windchill has it feeling like 16˚F. I slept more than seven hours, but I'm still sleepy. I saw the snow and just wanted to go back to bed and hide beneath the covers.
Today, I need to find a vignette for Sirenia Digest #119, which is woefully late
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