Yesterday, my favorite Handy Graham gave me a ring – not a diamond ring (I should be so lucky), just a phone call.
We shot the breeze for a few minutes, and then he asked, “How’s it going there? Are you doing okay?” It was earnest and sincere. My eyes stung for a few seconds, I blinked a few times to compose myself, and then told him.
For the rest of you, I bucked up and made a video.
It was -12 (that would be MINUS TWELVE DEGREES) when I woke up this morning.