We are under a storm filled sky today even though it’s “clear and sunny” per all the powers that be. The sky here is gray, and the air is a crisp white as it catches my breath with just a hint of rain permeating the senses, but then what do I know?
This is the kind of day that makes a working stiff want to call in sick, start a fire and grab a book, good or not. It may be ‘clear and sunny’ on the horizon in the box where the little people live, but at this point in time, it’s a cup of hot tea, an afghan throw, and the continued mishaps of Flavia de Luce. Ok, a little of this and a little of that as well, while I wait for the clear and sunny part of this day to show-up.
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