No, really—they're not so bad as long as you don't need to go outside (aye, there's the rub).
Nice, sunny, vibrant, sear-your-retinas days of blue skies coupled with frigid cold...?
(We're talking -35c/-31F after wind chill factor C.O.L.D.)
Okay, not the greatest, but pretty darn good from a curl-up-in-a-patch-of-sunshine-with-the-cat-and-soak-up-vitamin-D perspective.
(Yo, seasonal affective disorder: We are kicking your ass this year. So there.)
Anyhow. And on these days, when I glance out our kitchen window, I can't help but sense melancholy emanating from my clothesline...
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| See? That's one sad clothesline. |
Dude, I miss you, too. And not just because of the hydro bill, trust.
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