Wrapped in a blanket—as my boiler and an array of electric heaters pump warm into the well-lighted spaces inside my house—I stand at a window watching a pair of mule deer traverse the snowy, subzero landscape.
Even out there in the windswept
elements, the deer don’t require a blanket wrapped around them.
Deer are not pussies.
Me? I am considering an electric blanket.
—Mitchell Hegman
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