Ah, to have weather where we need a fan.
I remember the last time my mother was in the hospital. I opened the curtains and said: "wow, you've got quite a view." We both looked out and it was dark, gray, raining, as it had been for weeks.
My mother said: "I hate the gray."
Amen.
Murphy's Day.
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