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Originally Posted by DtheP47
I've just spent a good half hour sitting in a darkened room rocking from side to side and keening softly to myself .
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Me too .... the November gales have arrived; and my power went out for a while ...
So, I had a couple of beers, and smoked a little gold seal. Now the whole room is rocking from side to side ... an illusion, I know, but what the hell ... as Macbeth pointed out, "There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys. So, why not drink a bunch of Bomber" (The last bit is mine, eh.)
And just to keep on topic: The bottom of my street is Lake Ontario ... there are no peacocks; but lots of geese, ducks, trout, salmon, bass, walleye, and various other tasty morsels.
