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We've had a little break from the frigid dreary January weather.  Overnight temperatures have been in the 30's and 40's with some days pleasantly reaching 55 degrees.  Last week when we looked ahead at the 15-day forecast, it was depressingly gloomy.  It showed the first week of February with six days in a row of rain/snow/freezing conditions so yesterday we went to Ingles and replenished our stuck-on-the-mountain food supply.  Just a few minutes ago I brought up the app again and noticed the first eleven days of February look fairly average which is positive news to keep my spirits up.  I can deal with snow showers off and on. And it could change again.
Pumpkin pie just came out of the oven.  Visited the library earlier this week.  Put the knitting away for a bit and trying to get back into reading again.  I picked up a couple of mysteries set in the Carolinas and two mysteries written by Alexander McCall Smith.  Years ago I read the first of his detective agency series, The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, which takes place in Bostwana, nowhere near the Carolinas, and took a liking to his style and characters.

Not much else happening on the mountain.  Cliff has been running quite a few rescues and I've been with him for most of them.  We've either just finished a Mexican lunch at Monte Alban or been returning from doing errands when his pager goes off.  A few times I've been caught needing to use the bathroom while he's working a motor vehicle accident, in a house assisting the medics, or setting up a landing zone for the helicopter.  Just recently on a medical call, he was told to drive the ambulance to the hospital because both medics needed to be with the patient so now where ever we are, I use the ladies room before getting back in his truck.  My mother knew what she was doing when she taught her children to go to the bathroom before going somewhere.

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