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I may have the winter blues, or I’m actually turning blue from the cold. I’m blue either way. I’m at that point in the year when I go outside and shovel the driveway, scrape ice off my car and curse. That’s basically all I’m going to be doing ‘til mid-March: shovel, scrape, swear and repeat.

Beth Dolinar

Dinner last night was an omelet with potatoes in it. With the cupboard pretty bare and the car too encased in ice to drive to the store, I rummaged around in the kitchen and found enough to throw something together. The potatoes came from a can. It was a plate of brown, bland food.


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