As I write this, I can hear the wind howling in the fireplace chimney. I was talking to Jessie today, who laughed when she heard Sarah ask for hot cocoa for an after-school snack. It's 80 degrees where Jessie is. . . .
It's global warming -- we're all going to die.
But don't you love the weather now. Come July we'll want the occasional rainy day. We were in Moab from Thursday-Saturday so we must have missed the crazy May storm.
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