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This is getting a bit repetitive.

Didn't We Just Do This?

By golly it's another snowy day in PeePaw's underground claypot.

Who Closed the Door?!

Thousands of miles east of the North Coast of Kauai, someone seems to be playing with the icebox that is PeePaw's industrial commerce zone. On Thursday and Friday, someone left the door open, and everything thawed out. Then, around 4:00 a.m. yesterday, that door must've been slammed shut, 'cause Saturday morning started at 43º and here it's Sunday morning and 15º. Brrrrrrr.

Crimping Under

Good doggies. GOOOOD Doggies!!

Snowling

In his recumbent community of indwellers, PeePaw declares, "Damn, I just finished shoveling and it's snowing all over again. Cut it out!"

P.S. PeePaw's Paw is 83 today.

Out In The Woods

PeePaw determines that a simple blending of ingredients, if not watched carefully, can putrefy into a horrible mess. A really and truly horrible vegetal mess of disgustingness. How completely off-putting.

Too Cold To Swim

All the way over there at the PeePaw Private Secluded Very Warm Beach Hideaway Paradise Island, it's a whole hell of a lot more pleasant than it is over here in PeePaw's Walk-in Meatlocker Cold Township of Ice and Snow.

Desalinated Fluidity

PeePaw recalls his joyful travel at the end of last year, which began Merry and ended Happy! Throughout the weather splendidly uplifted his soul, and a calm spread across his bandaged heart and aching extremities. His week abroad was indeed time to pause, reflect, renew, and correct. Now back in icy climes, careful piloting rules the day.

Another One!

PeePaw's friends all say Happy Birthday!

A Foggy Day

Upon quiet reflection, PeePaw consents to a dimming of the morning lights, and a fog is quickly drawn into the precinct for his delight. Horns in the distance caution seagoing vessels and untrained marine mammals.