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This morning we were in the high 900's in the Ecosystem -- have been as low as the high 200's in the recent past -- but all of a sudden, here we are at 353. What gives?
Guess what? We're 928th. Stinky poo.
Update: 425 the following morning. Reminds us of what Mark Twain is often said to have said -- but probably never said -- about New England climate: If you don't like the weather, wait a minute.
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