Wednesday, November 30

If it ain't one thing, it's another. If the thunder don't get'cha then the lightning will. What goes up must come down. In the heat of the sun a man died of cold, etc, etc. You see, the fog is gone. Oh yes...the fog is gone. Instead, what we have here in the Big Valley is wind. From the North. That's right: a biting, stinging, sharp-edged, tormenting, troublesome, damaging, cold, irritating, noisy, leaf-herding, branch-breaking, chair-knocking-over, pesky, scouring, news-making, last-day-of-November wind. All day, the wind. Rattle-the-screen door wind. Stay-inside-and-clean-out-cabinets wind. But plenty of sun. Lotsa bright, bold, in-your-face, make-you-wear-sunglasses sunshine. But not warm,
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