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I feel like a southern cowboy having black coffee and hot grits for breakfast. A black and white meal.
I know it's cold because the boiler comes on only when there's a danger of the pipes freezing. That's wicked cold. I'm wearing thermals and a fleece blanket tied at my waist, my fleece hat yellow scarf and zipper fleece jacket over my zipper vest.
I love the cold!
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