Tis the season for hot toddies. Sniffles and playoffs. Turn on the heat in the living room and the car. Cereal turns to oatmeal and shorts turn to sweats. Some call it sweater weather. We stack the blankets on the bed to reach the ceiling and crawl underneath. Sometimes we don't know the sun has come up. Sometimes it doesn't. It's preferred.
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