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The bleary weather...
....has arrived in Oklahoma. The temperature is plummeting from an earlier high of 42 degrees. It's misting outside, and we're supposed to have a wind-chill factor of 10 degrees by 3PM.
I want to bake cinnamon rolls. Amish friendship bread. Golden oatmeal muffins.
I have no reason to leave the house. There's enough coffee and Diet Coke to last for a few days.
I just went to put a card in the mailbox. I feel soooo sorry for my postal worker. She's gotta be freezing out there.
It feels like winter, even though I know it's not.
I want to bake cinnamon rolls. Amish friendship bread. Golden oatmeal muffins.
I have no reason to leave the house. There's enough coffee and Diet Coke to last for a few days.
I just went to put a card in the mailbox. I feel soooo sorry for my postal worker. She's gotta be freezing out there.
It feels like winter, even though I know it's not.
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