So far, this has been a very mild winter in Connecticut. But it's pretty chilly tonight.
When I took Brigit out for the last time, I remembered a winter night in Morgantown, WV, when Bern and I lived in a trailer.
Yes, beloved, I was, for a while, West Virginia trailer trash.
Bern's brother was visiting and the heat went off on a very, very cold night.
We pulled out all the clothes in our closets and covered ourselves with them.
We survived and the next day the problem was fixed.
But if things go wrong with you, consider all the warmth in your closets.
Lots of warmth there.
Cover up tonight.
Saturday, February 8, 2020
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