300. A new hundred tempts me to 'celebrate'. But no. I will not. I will, however, celebrate the third blue-skied morning. In fact, to enjoy it I graced pole hole with my butt. A resting-my-behind-banquet with Vitamin D refreshments (open bar, of course) and an old friend--Pole Hole. She says 'hi', by the way.
"Winter Drab."
"Yves' sky"
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