NoBloPoMo Day 8
Seriously. The weather has turned from our brag-about-it highs in the 70s to a crisp, chilled high in the 30s. We had our first snow flurries of the season yesterday; flakes melted as they hit pavement but lingered on the green grass. When your toes are cold and you creep into bed well after dark, there is nothing like a fuzzy flannel cocoon to warm you and help you drift off into the softness of sleep. Cozy doesn't cover it.


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