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This is where I’m at right now

I came home Monday night to 12 C in the house and so turned the heat on, crawled into a wool sweater and sweat pants, and had a cup of tea for breakthrough chills.

I hit the shower soon after that, and turned red like a lobster as I cooked myself in a steam bath.

I’m almost ready to put the electric blanket on my bed—if only I could remember where I stored it back in the spring.

It’s the 24th day of August as I write this, and the crisp night air spills out a pungent pre-autumn fragrance of wet, mulching leaves that I love but am in no way ready for.

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