We had us another winter weather event overnight Saturday and into Sunday: the barest amount of sleet and just a steady freezing rain that left everything glazed and eerie in the dim light of waking.
The day held on to its dark drear and never lightened up much, although temps did rise enough to lead most of that ice to drip, crack, and break off as the afternoon proceeded.
This winter is being especially hard on me as an old man who's also trying to get used to toting around 45 fewer pounds than I had last winter. I'm frickin' cold all the time, if you must know. Fire No. 63 was a great comfort Sunday morning!
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