It's snowing. The roads are icy and treacherous. We got stuck on the hill on the street outside our subdivision. Sparky had to get out and push--wearing a hoodie and no gloves. Two cars passed while he did this, one going our direction, the other coming toward us. The one coming toward us flashed his lights when he got about 10 feet from me.
T
F
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I'm very tired tonight, fed up with being asked about the upcoming changes at our library ("No, not me. No, I don't know who."), annoyed with and at teenage girls, aware that Sparky and I have to get up extra early tomorrow if the driveway needs attention. [Beast is in California tonight.]
Gah. In fact, gah, squared.
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