Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.


Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").


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   70 degree delta
Thursday, January 3 2013
This morning temperatures were near zero Fahrenheit, which is cold even for this time of year (normally such temperatures only happen near the annual peak of cold in late January). I could feel the specialness of how cold it was on my face when I went out to the woodshed to get firewood.
But the sun shown powerfully through that dry, still air, and by late morning the sun had heated the greenhouse upstairs to a comfortable temperature. At my encouragement, Gretchen spent over an hour down there with her crosswords, reading materials, and the dogs Eleanor and Ramona as well as Clarence the cat. By the time she left, the temperature in there was 82 degrees Fahrenheit. Meanwhile outdoor temperatures had only risen to about ten.

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