Welcome to December. An apparel-soaking, marrow-chilling, street-flooding, window-pelting, tree-felling umbrella-destroyer of a morning this morning, outdoors. Nonstop pouring rain, violent winds, the temperature that perfect sweet spot of misery: a biting low-aughts (or mid-thirties F) cold that hovers just above freezing enough to keep these sideways sheets of rain from becoming slightly-tamer snow. To compensate for my being in a warm dry home office, I get to listen to someone buzzsawing something made of metal just down the hall for much of the day.
Group Think, Duct Tape and Slam Dunks
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