47 degrees overnight here and in the 60s when I went outside this morning. The sky is blue and not a cloud in it. I picked up a lot of sticks and small branches from the storm the other night.
Any day you wake up on the sunny side of the grass is a good day.
"The moving hand writes and having writ moves on. Neither all thy piety nor all thy wit can lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam
