The temperature dropped to 40 degrees in Atlanta last Saturday, and I was so cold. So, so, so cold. I couldn't stop thinking about Detroit, and that made me feel much colder. Hence the hat. My husband's department at work will be closing in the next year or so. Maybe we'll stay in Atlanta? Maybe we'll move? At the moment there are eight cities being discussed, and we're just getting started. Including Detroit. I haven't felt warm since that resume went out.
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Grateful Chorus
"Our daughters' daughters will adore us, and they'll sing in grateful chorus, "Well done!"