Stayed gray all day, could almost sniff the rain in the air. Barefoot, door propped open to let the wind blow through the house. Suppose to rain later tonight or tomorrow and to turn cold. Said that last week but the cold just meant I had to wear shoes and a long sleeve blouse.
Snow, not hardly. Well, that is quite not true. Snows about every 8 to 10 years and we had snow about 4 years ago. Ok, so I wore a jacket then. Shoes too.
Finished reading the Phyllis Whitney book on fiction writing.
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