It's cold.


It's cold and the baby won't wear her mittens.


It's cold and the baby won't wear her mittens but her brother will hold one if not both of her hands.


It's cold and the baby won't wear her mittens but her brother will hold one if not both of her hands and that makes it somewhat better.


It's cold and the baby won't wear her mittens but her brother will hold one if not both of her hands and that makes it somewhat better though things are certainly complicated by Just Gathered eggs.


It's cold and the baby won't wear her mittens but her brother will hold one if not both of her hands and that makes it somewhat better though things are certainly complicated by Just Gathered eggs because where does one put the Just Gathered eggs?


It's cold and the baby won't wear her mittens but her brother will hold one if not both of her hands and that makes it somewhat better though things are certainly complicated by Just Gathered eggs because where does one put the Just Gathered eggs if not in those already occupied hands?


Months ago the dog ripped one of the curtains and since then we've had a vintage bedsheet with pale blue flowers hanging precariously in its place. It was both fine and irritating, until it was simply just irritating. So while Gus skied and the baby napped, I mended, finally.







A new snow.

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