Morning:
47 degrees, damp, no sun. The red car cut me off in the Dragon. The driver (beard, very thick glasses, confused) looked right at me then yanked the steering wheel to the left while I jammed the brakes. Then the UPS guy farted.
Evening:
49 degrees, dense fog and mist. I snapped the pic while crossing the Mass Ave bridge. Can't even see Beacon Hill. Forecasts through Saturday of next week call for rain every day.
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Now we know what they mean when they say Brown Delivers!
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