Winter has arrived

Air temperature 13 F, wind northwest about 5 mph, clear sky. "Feels like" temperature of 4 F. Trash out under a bright morning planet. Four-plex apartments up beyond our side street still powerless in the face of nature -- individual building service "drops" are low priority in the grand scheme of things. And our cable TV service remains out.

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I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas.

(We often have bare grass in late December, even in Maine.)

Meanwhile, those four-plex apartment buildings up the hill from us are edging into pipe-freezing territory.

Waxing moon, planet

I see lights on up in that group of four-plex apartments. Still hear at least one generator running. There are 16 buildings there, not all under the same management.

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Saw a mature bald eagle cruising over my afternoon walk. First thought it was a crow, but then saw the yellow beak and white head. Reset scale . . .