sipping my hot coffee, i survey the frosty pasture and the sunrise. normally i would step out onto the deck to count my sheep, but not on this frigid morning. the thermometer reads 8*. i'll be content to see them through the window with my toes on the heat vent and my hands warmed by the heat from my coffee mug.
everyday gift: coffee flavored with toffee nut
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