It was 79 yesterday as I toodled around town getting a haircut, oil change, beer & snuff. Right now, it’s 39. The sinuses that exist in my cabeza are making their displeasure known with over-production of stuff. I am bitching a lot about that, here and elsewhere.
Suddenly, too, I feel like going somewhere warm & sunny & boozy, do some girl-watching…very selfish, and it’s not even February yet.