November 10, 2020

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And just like that the first move a body makes when going out the door is to turn one's back to the cold north wind. Summer Bob biked, birded and paddled, reveling in his daily made-up Ironmans' here on the Island of Utopia like there was no tomorrow because, well as it turns out today, there wasn't. This morning, Winter Bob is once again sitting here drinking coffee behind fogged up glasses after morning rounds of feeding bagels, wood, pellets, sunflower seed and suet to all things needing energy to stay warm.