Morning handbasket

Air temperature 53 F, wind south about 3 mph, hazy sky from fog overnight. The world is filled with horrible people who think they are being virtuous.

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Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!