You’d be able to see me if not for the big blue dot over my head that says “TD.” I suppose it could be worse, it could be Hurricane Ernesto. Sigh.
The Miata is quivering in the garage, afraid I might try to take her out in this mess. Maybe I should invest in a boat.
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