My newest discovery. The winter air feels much, much, colder on the skin when you are 67 years old as opposed to 6 or 7 years old. You can put that in your noggin as pure fact.
It is Sunday in our tiny town of Wallace, and the snow is whirling, twirling, and seems to not know the direction that it wants to go. The wind has it coming from the east, and then from the west, and right now it looks as though it is coming from the north. It reminds me of my life
That's the way it is in Wallace, February 10,2019
Stay warm and stay safe.
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