It’s early Sunday morning. The sun isn’t yet up. I love this gentle quiet before the world around me rouses itself. There’s a fresh pot of coffee – that steaming first cup, so appreciated this cold Florida morning (it’s in the 30’s outside). The heat in my old house blows hot and cold. I’m thinking about wood stoves and how one would be lovely right now. My neighbor fires his up at the first hint of cold and even inside I can smell that earthy wood smoke.
A nephew will be in town tonight (although he’ll be incommunicado until after the Packer’s game) and it’s pleasant to contemplate that visit with my second coffee warming my fingers.
These small graces put me in mind of the young Americans in Afghanistan, where today is the 109th day of the tenth year of the war there.
You can have wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, or democracy. But you cannot have both.
Whatever Works 
16 degrees here! Just gave Tucker a bath who is doing pretty well since we made some changes to his meds last week!
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It’s supposed to 16 degrees in New York! Nevertheless, you do have my sympathy. Hope you have some slush proof boots.
And great news about Tucker. Glad for both of you.
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Ten, count ’em, 10 degrees here in “Bears” country. Real feel minus 5 with snow. City in big buzz about Packers visit.
Doug
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Another poet! Welcome Doug and I won’t venture into choosing sides in this one. Does the stadium have a roof?
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What’s a packer?
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You are a funny man.
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I really bit my tongue on that one!
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