On the 8th day of December, my true love said to me...
P (Potter): It was a good day. I picked up that metal for the display shelf. I made a dozen tumblers, three, 1 gallon crocks and pugged 300 lbs of clay for tomorrow.
PW: So, productive then?
P: Yeah. How was your day?
PW: Yeah, good. I finished those reports finally. And a bunch of loose ends. I pulled out all our gear too.
P: Are we going to the hill tomorrow?
PW: I thought we should. You did pug 300 lbs of clay today. And I sat in front of the computer for 8 hours. Wouldn't it be good to go for a few laps? Balance is what we're after isn't it?
P: Has it snowed up there at all this week?
PW: Earlier in the week, I think. Let's post this mug tonight. It looks as though it has big, fat snowflakes on the top half.
P: An ode to Ullr.
PW: We'll call it the Ullr mug.
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