Brace yourself.
Here's a word I haven't thought of in awhile. Actually, not quite long enough.
Scraper.
Yes, as in ice scraper.
That was a fairly substantial frost on my windshield that greeted me this morning. Instead of trying to figure out where I put the scraper. I just juiced the windshield. Of course, most of that froze on contact. But after a couple more squirts, I was good to go. But not before firing up the heater and the defrost.
My temperature gauge on my odometer was registering 31 degrees this morning when I left the house. Of course, that's early. Right now just before 7 a.m. it's 41 degrees. We're only going to hit 61 today.
Frost on the pumpkin? Yeah, fall has arrived.
Which of course mans winter is right behind.
Swell.
Call me in April.
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