“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”
Well, here I am again – being unimaginative and talking about the weather. I remember as a child I thought all ‘old’ people talked about was the weather.
They predicted lows in the high 20° F range last night but we never got below 30° F. I saw places north of us had a light covering of snow. To be fair, though, I had to run an errand and I did see flakes flying in the air so technically I saw snow.
Fall seemed to fly by. It was interrupted by two large storms that brought the leaves down early. It is not winter yet, but it certainly does feel like winter.
Today I am thankful the sun is flooding the living room. It tricks you into thinking it is warmer than it is. I hope to put away all the clutter than remains after unpacking all the holiday decorations. I am ready to settle into nights in front of the Christmas tree, hot cocoa, and maybe even a few holiday movies along way.
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