Until soon

Ms. Annie Reid takes over tomorrow, not a moment too soon.

It’s officially winter now, solstice be hanged. I’ve already started my favorite cold weather sport: oven-huddling. I’m sitting in front of the open Magic Chef mini-range, wearing fingerless gloves and three pairs of socks, and hoping the next time my landlord rides the subway he gets crushed by the man in the 16-sheep shearling coat.

Have a good weekend.


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