Suicidal squirrel

Air temperature 33 F, wind NNE about 7 mph, mostly cloudy after clear dawn. Boom outside while I was making coffee, and the power went out. Now have power back and a dead squirrel in the street . . . and I have coffee.

Hope springs eternal

North Neighbor, in what I consider an excess of optimism, is changing out the snow tires on their big GMC wagon and washing it. Still mud season, dude . . .

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We are reminded on a daily basis that there are plenty of people who will kill you for being not like them. No matter who you are . . .