Today im going to resist everything that's natural for me.... and do almost nothing.
It's 38d (f) here. Snow on the ground. Im on the deck with the patio heater burning the fuzz off my scalp. I'm holding a tattered, original of Les Miserables in Hugo's words (French, original) in my hands, which I may or may not get to. My wife's feeding her lambs.
There's nothing I could do right now to make anything better than this.
Lots of things I could do that'd make it worse.
If my anxiety takes over, I might move my wife's mini R52 into the garage and see what's going on with the convertible top.
Naaaaahhhhhh......
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