It is the end of April and it is freezing out. 44 degrees F. I thought it was suppose to be in the 60s by now. All my winter clothes had been put away at the beginning of the month. Looking forward to seeing what still fit me after the usual weight gain from the long stagnant winters. Perhaps a few days of shorts, 1 day a dress but all a sweater was worn due to the breeze.
Looking out the window, as I listen to the furnace kick on, thinking to myself " what I would not do to be in Florida or one of the Southern Countries like Brazil or Mexico. It is raining here, no more like a drizzle the kind the clings , damp seeping to the bones. Oh how you have to love to hate this place. It's called Indiana .
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