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[liralen]

It's warm on the porch. After a 34 degree morning, the sunshine on the porch feels like a blessing. Especially with Jet and I playing out on the porch, waiting for Joan to come get Jet. The warmth just soaked into my skin, my flesh, my bones, loosening up all the unconscious tension against the cold of the night and morning. The herbs are soaking up the sun, too, the frost-blasted basil has made a remarkable comeback now that I bring it in at night, feed it more frequently, and let it sunbathe during the day out on the porch.

Jet decided he had to wear his 'jammas' for today. Better then him going to Joan's naked, the way he's been lounging around the house all day. Nothing but his diaper for him, but he decided that if he had to wear clothes to go see Haley, he'd wear his 'car jammas'. Makes me envision Jammers lifting their dream cars from all over the city congregating to live on Jet's clothing. Hee.

Speaking of dream cars... mmm... 0-60 in 4.1 seconds. And powered by the same stuff that warms the porch. Mmmm...