I’m sitting here, in my warm socks and fuzzy sweater, thinking about how a rainy, grey day of “bitter” cold (54 degrees) in midsummer ought to make me appreciate more the glorious sunny days of weeks past.
It doesn’t. Not really. But I promise to try to recapture some of those past days by adding my thoughts about them…I think the hard part will be adhering to Gordon’s numbering conventions.
Nevertheless, I’ll try.