The weather is so fickle. Last week she tried to kill with wind, ice and cold. Then, wham she sends blue skies and a southern warm breeze to try to win us over. I’m drawn to her again like a moth to a flame. This morning I woke to 60 degrees instead of the 8 of a week ago. I forgive you weather. Come in and be my friend once more.
Astrid is in her second week of work. Sigrid test drove a new Honda yesterday.
The warm temperatures have not melted all the ice. It lingers like a bad dream.
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