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...a well-digger's ankle? Well, actually, that's what my father used to say, but he was usually pretty decorous. My maternal grandmother would have said "It's colder than a witch's teat out there." And so it is.

Went to guild meeting in the morning, lunch and grocery shopping in the afternoon. In keeping with our usual little anomaly in gasoline prices, I found that in Marengo, gas was $2.78 and $2.77, while in all the surrounding towns it is $2.87 and up. This defies any economic logic or reason.

Replacement for the wrong disc from Netflix arrived in today's mail, as promised. Watched it tonight, it was the right one this time and no defects. So now I have finally see Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor. To tell the truth, I'm not much impressed, though I did find that the third episode, with Charles Dickens and the apparent haunting by "undead" in the funeral parlor, was particularly well-written.

Also filled half a bobbin with finely spun merino wool while watching, so it was at least somewhat productive.

It's late and so to bed.