Friday, January 16, 2009

You can't go home again. Or won't, in this case.

A Great Moment in Bad Timing made itself manifest in my life last night. On an evening that was certain to drop into the single digits (7 degrees Fahrenheit), with the next day only guaranteed to crawl up to about 17, I got a thick stack of brochures in my mailbox from my childhood home state of Minnesota.

They want me to move back.

To a place where it is currently five below with a windchill factor of -21, and where the conditions that I am experiencing now are considered an early sign of Spring.

How to put this...?

Oh, hell no.

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