28 F., dark and frosty. I thought it snowed when I first looked out the window. My new/old minivan has been running for a half hour, not my idea, and should be toasty warm by now. My head is wet, it's wash-hair-day, but the heat is good in the van. Soft classical music is on in the barn and water bowls are full. I hate to leave but I have to support them all. Good luck on the icy roads, the slippery, sliding season has begun.
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This definatelly reminds me of our life in Lowville, but I am sure you love this better then Brooklyn. I know I did.
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