Two Things


After a couple of days of trying to get something accomplished in a house that's fifty degrees--maybe fifty-five at the most, I would like to gently inform that reader that I win, Hal's hands would be like ice, and I'm right and they're wrong and full-on gloating WILL commence, as soon as my core temperature returns to normal.
Two days at the most.
* Mate's Aunt Sis asked me if I wanted to keep the pictures of "the dead relatives".


I finished, breathing a little hard because my blood was up, which was great because I was freezing and it helped, and she looked a little taken aback.
"Well, okay then. Carl and I will take them if you don't want them."
"That would be fine," I said meekly.
Some wounds don't heal. Now I know.
Published on January 04, 2018 00:35
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