If all that cold air that's been sitting on Russia shifted 180 degrees around the North Pole, that'd make it pretty cold here. With consolations to Cecil's ice fishing, though, they can keep it as far as I'm concerned. After a month of mud I've gotten used to it.

"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever."
-S. M. Stirling
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