Ugh. Stupid day. It was sunny, but cold. Our high was 60F, after a low of 32F. I did not say frigid. I said cold. I know frigid. Ask me, sometime, about the winter of 2014-2015, most of which I spent snowed into a cabin in the Catskill Mountains.
Today, Sirenia Digest 223 went out.
And I began reading Nathan Ballingrud's WoundsOtherwise, not much
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