My life. Whatever. Almost a diary - part 2: Introvert and phlegmatic reflections on life and stuff.
Nothing good gets away. Live, love and laugh. Don't lie and don't eat the fish.
Saturday, December 1
our own private ice age
The water in the small battle that have been standing just outside our front door has (finally?) frozen to ice during the night.
Dec. 1. Winter's here. (And my hands are too cold to hold the iPhone steady.)
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