Another 3.5 inches of snow surprised folks here in Indianapolis on this last Tuesday, February 3rd. This morning it was -7 degrees F. At one point in my life I enjoyed Winter:
I don't any more. And Al Gore can kiss my cold, wind-chapped ass.
Seriously?
5 hours ago
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Minus 10 on the drive to the airport the other morning, almost sixth when I drove home less than 24 hours later.
And I wonder why I have a constant case of the "sniffles".
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