Today – Saturday – we turned the furnace control to ‘on’. And it did, indeed, blast on. Rain is slashing against the windows (guess I can’t clean the outsides). The trees are being blown so heavily they look like they are bent at the waist. The leaves are faded, dropping off as if tired of fighting the elements or shrinking into sad arthritic curls that nakes the branches seem diminished.  I ventured out to buy bras (no luck; oh how I hate three-way mirrors and dressing rooms bright enough to do surgery in). Instead I bought a down winter coat in case the meteologists predicting another gruesomely long cold winter are correct. I already have the dashing insulated trousers that sound like a brush…

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