It's New Year's Day. The parade is over. And somewhere people are getting ready to play hockey in a snow storm. I know this because I can see them on TV doing so.
There's nothing else on, so I'm watching it with the sound down.
But the stands are full. Of idiots sitting in a snow storm watching a hockey game that hasn't even begun yet.
Meanwhile, back in River City, we've made it to 47 degrees. It's going to drop as the day goes on, and we'll awaken to 22 tomorrow. With wind.
And my voice sounds like a bad imitation of a Texas football coach. All high-pitched and raspy.
I can barely talk and people are playing hockey in a snow storm. (Well, they aren't playing yet. They just got the Canadian flag rolled out. Hope they get to it before the white-out.)
Love and kisses from deep in the cold, cold heart of Texas.
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