enough damp to mix with the fall chill that my extremities are
turning into frozen expressions of discomfort. I no longer wonder why
the dwellings of older folk are kept at slow bake. If I weren't so
darned stubborn (It is too blamed early to turn on the heat!) I'd
have it barely sub-sauna inside. Hibernation in a cozy burrow is
Wake me around quarter to Spring, okay?