It's 3:27 am Monday.
-20 degrees Celsius out there.
No heat in the truck, but I'm taking my dog out to hit the streets and see what scrap has found its way to the curbs.
I already have calls to pick up a fridge and two stoves today just down the street, but I can't help but think I'll be missing a huge find if I go back to bed, so I'm off.
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