The weather here is dreadful. It has been stuck at 10°F for a bit. I say I don’t mind. because in the past, it didn’t do me any harm. Yet because of my stroke, every pick-up on wind has me shuttering. The weather should get better . . . I don’t know why, its February.
like weathervanes thrown to the ground
in this wind, is broken.
the man that came (late) was happy,
he’ll be making higher commission.