The weather forecast promised fifty-two degrees. It only got to forty-four, but the snow’s been melting, there was no ice on the roads, so I was going out.
And with that, I’m caught up on my buffer space!
The weather forecast promised fifty-two degrees. It only got to forty-four, but the snow’s been melting, there was no ice on the roads, so I was going out.
And with that, I’m caught up on my buffer space!