Friday, November 20, 2020
Today the world has pulled the covers up over its head. Trying to get a little bit more sleep before being forced to face the craziness… Foggy mornings are different…
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Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Once more around the clock. Cool, 45 degrees… check. Bright, cloudless skies… check. My breath visible… check. Ahhhhhh… if only this was our normal I’d be extremely happy. There’s a
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Monday, November 16, 2020
It’s cold and crisp this morning. The sounds of trains, traffic, and crows fill the pre-sunup day. Birds chirp and chatter. And every breath I take is visible in the
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Saturday, November 14, 2020
I lay in bed a while after the alarm… wasn’t really asleep. I had actually been awake for a bit before the alarm… in that half world of fantasy and
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Friday, November 13, 2020
The morning starts out warm and gray. An overall, overreaching, overwhelming gray to the world. Even the normally unheard cows in the neighbor’s pasture are mooing mournfully. This transitional weather
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Thursday, November 12, 2020
The sun rises onto a cooler morning on the back porch. Not a lot cooler, but here in Texas every little bit helps. Once again the prognosticators are foretelling of
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Monday, November 9, 2020
As you can see, yesterday’s fog is back and lower. The world feels smaller, more closely held, layers of gray. The overnight lows are easing back up. It’s warm enough
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Sunday, November 8, 2020
It’s a pleasant 68 degrees this morning under a rising dense fog. There’s a lite breeze blowing from the north. Chicken sounds are coming from the place around the corner.
