The bus ride went well, waited twenty minutes in 18 degree weather. I can deal with that, although my scripted writing--not printed--looks like crap even at work after I've been inside for an hour drinking water with radium in it and inhaling ink and paper dust by the snootful. I do eventually adjust to this weather. I'm getting anti-inflammatory shots in my back and neck in a few days, the equivalent of the Tin Woodsman's oil can. The sky is a deep blue here, I just came out from walking my dog, a collie named Buddy the Mitch (after Robert Mitchum and because my nieces wanted him to be called Buddy), and the full moon shines on frozen snow that mirrors the globe in the sky. I watched late night flights from Midway airport, FedEx, UPS, flights going straight SW. Crunching on the snow and occasional ice. I'm listening to Glen Gray & The Cosa Loma Orchestra, pretending it is March or April outside my window. Your chattel, Wayne
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Like the new look. Saw the moon as I drove home last night, chilly but nothing like you're having. Hope it gets better, my friend.
To resist the cold, one must become the cold. (or else move south.)
I think that same orchestra was playing when the news broke in about the mysterious explosions on Mars and the meteorite was reported near Grovers Mill, New Jersey.
Bout time. Welcome back.
Michigan Man of Mystery. Indeed.
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