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Chambers

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This is the last of the citrus. For now.

Asleep

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Mr. Jones poses, once again, for the Friday Ark.

Naked Gun

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The Conversation

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I will be so glad when winter is over.

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Despite being able to take photos like this.

The ice is gone from the trees and power lines, but there is still ice on the lawns, and on some sidewalks and streets. Our street was plowed the past two days, and is more or less free of ice.

I spent a lot of time last night and today trying to get the three inches of ice and packed, frozen, slush off the back porch. I finally cleared it, only to have the water left behind refreeze into a thin layer of black ice. And ice melter is in very short supply in town.

This afternoon, while downtown with Alison, I slipped on ice, and fell like a sack of potatoes. On my right side this time, unlike just before Christmas, when I skated off the porch and landed on my left side.

When we got home, I took some Advil and arnica, but I have a feeling I am going to be very stiff and sore in the morning. I'm already aching all over.  I wonder if bourbon would help.

And to top it off, there is snow forecast for overnight and tomorrow.

Happy Groundhog Day.