|Not quite this cold this morning.|
But not this morning.
It was just after four bells when I eased open one eye to peek at the clock. It was too early to get up.
Then I realized last night's temperatures were lower than I like. I was cold. My feet were cold when I went to bed and before I drifted off to sleep I had gotten up and grabbed another blanket.
It was feeling more like October than the end of May.
When I'm camping, I call a morning like this, "brisk." When I'm in my home and the thermometer reads 66 degrees, I call it cold.
Can't I just stay here, wrapped up in my nice warm blankets?
Since I haven't yet won the lottery, the answer is no.
Here's to a brink day! Happy last day of May.
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