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Winter Is Coming

This morning as I look out my window I see snow.

It is snowing.

Saturday was +25 Celsius (+77 Fahrenheit) and this morning it is snowing.

Sigh.

Winter is Here!

Winter is Here!

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  1. What the…? You need to move. You need to move now. Quick, before you find yourself building a snowman in August.

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  2. That’s a bit early! I thought it’s only autumn over there.

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  3. It’s about 30 C/90 F over here somewhere between Dorne and Highgarden.

    Anyway, I watched all of Happy Valley on Netflix. It liked it.

    Watching for Pinkman-like screw ups, I think the characters of Kirsten and Lewis are eligible for the Jesse Pinkman Award for spectacular lapses in judgment.

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    • Watch out for the Lannister’s. And the dragons.
      Poor Kirsten, what a brutal way to die. And Lewis, oh Lewis. He was a sad boy who got so far in over his head.
      For me Kevin showed the worst judgement by far. He set all this tragedy in motion for what? His daughters education. What!? Oh you stupid little pig of a man.
      Glad you enjoyed it.

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  4. NOOOOOO! If you can keep that up in Canada I’d really appreciate it, like until March that’d be great.

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  5. What the fuck is snow?

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  6. About 85 degrees today here. Moving up into the 90s the rest of the week. Yes, still sunny and warm in California and that’s why I’ll probably never move to Canada. 🙂

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  7. Oh… No weather talks today… I don’t want to hurt you even more…

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