It’s 0650 hrs. The temperature outside is 1 degree and a lonely train whistle is sounding across town. The snow is crunchy and the air will stop your lungs upon inhaling it. I’ve been up since 0100 hrs and in and out of sleep. With these medication changes, there’s no getting the right temperature! It’s a combination of my t-shirt and my merino wool beanie this morning!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.