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| Kiki watching the proceedings. |
The sun was shining in the morning, sharing the bright blue sky with a sliver of moon, but it retreated behind heavy cloud cover later in the day. Around 5:00, the gray sky began spitting snow again from its seemingly endless reserves. The forecast for the coming weekend is still iffy, but only to the extent of the fresh chapter of winter misery to be bestowed upon the east coast.
This winter shall pass. There are 52 days until
spring. Let the countdown commence. I'm looking forward to seeing what grows in the yard and where I can plant things. In the meantime, I need a plan for winter fun. There are 52 days of winter frolicking to be embraced. Or ignored. It really depends on the day.

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