Bare ground December

Air temperature 17 F, wind southwest about 4 mph, clear sky with pale predawn. At least the sidewalks aren't icy.

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Going out for a walk. I expect you to have fixed the world by the time I get back. Yes, even *that*.

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Fat old moon rising over our cross-corner neighbors. Meanwhile, I see that a bunch of larval officers are bashing each other over possession of a leather object. Damaging government property in the pursuit.