Handsome fucker freezing to death
Some vacation time has come my way, five days, "use 'em or loose 'em," Lowe's said. Now, about me, time on my hands, sublime deep-freeze, minus temperatures over night, into the morning hours, highs for the day in the teens, that's cold; one of my "voices" yelling to me, "fa freddo oggi, stupido!" as I trudged, bundled up, outdoors, cracking through snow banks to escape the "cabin" lock-up.
Smoking less, but not stopped: cessation is coming, I feel it in my bones. How about making a painting or two with all that free time?
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