Blurred vision in the icy cold morning.
I am freezing beneath many layers of clothing.
It's a good thing I don't have to make the walk today.
February always wants to kill me.
I am relieved when I make it March unscathed.
No dodging speeding cars.
No negotiating slippery asphalt.
No broken ankle.
Goodbye Guillame-Barre Syndrome.
No 104 degree fever today.
I am relatively clear-headed.
Tucked in with the cats and savoring the passing of time.
Is that my breath or the cigarette smoke I seem to be exhaling?
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