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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe
There is ice on the ground. Saw a fellow walking past my house in shorts and what looked like bedroom slippers. No coat, just a shirt. As he crossed the court, he started running. I don't know if he was jogging or cold. He was carrying something that looked like a paper in the manner in which a waiter carries a tray. Strange.
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I believe you just described a scene out of a Haruki Murakami novel, Tom.
In other news, it's not gotten out of the 20s as of 9:00a. I am waiting for it to warm up at least to above freezing before I start out on my walking errands.