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January 30, 2017
It's fourteen degrees outside, and with the wind chill it feels like four. Also, it's six o'clock and completely dark out, and it's snowing, and the sidewalks are slippery.

There are things I have to do out there, but I refuse to do them. Instead, I am going to pull out the big green blanket and wrap myself in it and lie down on the couch and read a book to escape from reality for a little while. I will claim the area of this couch (though not the airspace above it) as my empire for the next two hours.