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February 23, 2008
Tonight the wind chill was in the freezing digits so I placed myself on idle status in the messenger window, like a sail boat finding the right trade winds to navigate to a more habitable place. That habitable place this evening was inside my ice cube corner windows and vivid recollections of 16th century pirates ransacking for gold, treasures and honor. As much as I miss going outside whenever I want and not freezing to death, I usually end up missing having an excuse to stay in and read. I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side.