March weather in east Texas is almost as unpredictable as a writer’s mood. It can go from hot to cold quicker than a fleeting thought. When I opened the plantation shutters to let some light in this morning, the cold air rushed past the slats like I’d turned on the A/C. I thought maybe I should close them, but figured, what the hell, let the heater run. Next week the windows will be open, and the gas bill will even out by the end of the month. The older I get, the less these things seem to matter. It’s almost always the same temperature in the house, and there’s nothing going on outside that can’t wait for a better day.
Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. Philippians 4:11
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