We've had a serious cold snap over the last few days, with temperatures dropping from the 60F kind of range down to 40F. And with that comes, well:
Frost on the windshield of my car.
Happily, it's going to warm back up over the next couple of days, but it won't be long before I need to extend nearly every morning's routine by a few minutes to clear a thick layer of frost off my car. For the moment, though, I can still enjoy the novelty of the cool spikes and stuff.
Oh, and here, have an earworm:
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Last year, some drunken teens decided to trash the house of Robert Frost. The teens are now being required by a judge to take poetry classes focusing on the verse of Frost:
It's November now, which means we're edging into winter, and my morning ritual has been expanded to include scraping the frost off the cars when I get back from walking the dog. I've had to do this half a dozen times already, and I've noticed a puzzling pattern.
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