I grumpily acknowledge, the day. Dreary and forebidding
other than that its fine
God bless, the Ukraine. Keep a stiff upperlip, folks
A nasty business.
The upshot is - I should stir myself
EEK !
you mean crawl out of bed
drag a comb across my head < sorry Beatles, stole that one >
Bullets are pinging off the skylight, the weather guy calls it snow pellets. Real,hard pellets, hey, its like hail
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