A little Sunday wakeup call

I was sitting so nicely in my three season room with the electric fireplace running, feeling toasty warm while watching the snow fall working on my next book. Than suddenly the snow stopped, and I felt that left hand of fate, you know, the invisible one we all have, just slap me in the face and said, now go shovel the snow. You can also follow me on Twitter @caesarrondina

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