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Dank, dreary, rainy, day after day after day.  It makes you feel tired and you crave chocolate and sweets.  So we ran into town this afternoon, picked up bird seed, (the birds were cranky and craving too), a less than half-gallon of Breyers ice-cream, and a jar of hot fudge sauce for sundaes.  Half-gallons of ice-cream no longer exist.  Companies change the packaging designs to throw you off as they have created smaller containers.  Half-gallon ice-cream is now only a quart-and-a-half. Sixteen ounces of pasta has been 14.5 ounces for some time.  But I'm off the subject...........probably due to the dreary, dank, grey, depressing weather conditions.  We were heading straight for the house so the ice-cream wouldn't melt when Cliff's pager went off for him to respond to a woman with a history of heart problems who was having heaviness in her chest.  He flipped his red emergency light on and we headed to the address dispatched.  Emergency response is an adrenalin rush.  I stay out of the way in the truck and read or explore all the gadgets on my phone while he does what he's trained to do before the medics arrive.  This call took longer than most.  The ice-cream in the back of the truck slowly turned to soft-serve.  As Cliff helped the medics carry the woman out to the ambulance, it gave me time to reflect on my gloomy day, which was far better than her day.  Soupy ice-cream beats a ride to the ER.  Rumor has it that tomorrow is suppose to be sunny all day.

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