Forced myself to work in the yard. I “knew” that would help dilute my depression. Would it be disrespectful for me to paraphrase Martin Luther King? “Warm at last, warm at last; thank God Almighty, warm at last.” It is 4:15 as I publish this message and I do not have the space heater turned on. Seventy-three degrees indoors. Oh, so pleasant!!

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“Here birdie, birdie; here birdie, birdie.”

At my previous location, I could watch the birds while seated in my comfortable chair. To duplicate… I’ll need to set up a Shepherd’s Hook in the open area?!

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