Its hour come round

Air temperature 18 F, wind near calm, mostly cloudy. Still slouching toward Bethlehem.

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Really, people. You don't have to go searching for new outrage. There's plenty to go around . . .

Items on my walk

Snowdrops showing white in front of the house we call the mustard pot. Not open yet, but another day or two should do it. Making friends with a new cat, collar tag proclaims "Louie". Crawler backhoe brooding like a dragon over its hoard of smashed building at the upholstery shop site.