68 degrees out here on my porch this morning. Low humidity, feels GOOOOD!

I’m gonna drink my coffee and enjoy this. I know it won’t last long.
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.