The high today was 58. It is sunny and lovely; Rhonda, her nephew, and brother-in-law are playing football in the backyard as I sit in a sunny spot by a window. I write this for my future (returned-to-wisconsin) self. May I remember this feeling when we hit that inevitable week in January when the temperature does not reach zero.
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