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Hope I’m not speaking too soon…

Winter is just a name this year. The temps are above freezing during the day, and barely below that at night. I’ll take it, in this town … the town of one snowplow and no sidewalk cleaning. Like something out of a Dickensian nightmare. Oh, there’ll be snow, but not in the foreseeable future.

Then again, it could get frijid (sic … tired of trying to figure out how to spell it!) pretty quick.

One of my students complains that his company isn’t making enough money because of the warm weather. Another student wonders if he’ll be able to ski at all this year. A third wants to have it both ways. I hear all kinds of opinions in this job.

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