out with my fanclub on the porch

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...sipping coffee and smoking, I hear my sweet old coot neighbor bellowing that it's thirty degrees out. That would account for the blue toes, but it does not account for it having been in the seventies every morning until a couple days ago, or for it being about as cold as it ever gets in the dead of winter suddenly. The gods, they are so crazy.

The neighborhood dogs think I am a goddess. I haven't seen such a mob of admirers for at least twenty years.