Morning:
46 degrees, NE wind, rain, fog. I think the pictures say it all. The thing about a NE wind is that you have fight it all the way down the Abattoir and finish with the Land Blvd Smackdown. I drew Stanley, the company janitor, into another conversation about weather. I was thinking that, at least, I could get him to agree that the unseasonably low temps
are irritating. He wouldn't budge. All I got out of him was "Look, you got here all in one piece, you're alive. You're too much of a pessimist."Look at my picture - Cod fishing off the Grand Banks or riding my bike to work? Who can tell?
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