The weathermom sent me a care package, which was nice of course, but the goodies were buried in pieces of my worst enemy: Styrofoam. Nothing sends a shiver up my spine more than Styrofoam. I don’t know why, but touching it makes me cringe, as if I had been beaten with a big Styrofoam belt as a weatherchild. So the package sort of canceled itself out, desirability-wise. Sigh.

Friday’s forecast: We must all remain strong in our battle against Big Packaging.

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