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A few weeks ago, I saw my first lizard of spring except, of course, that it was still January, which is to say winter. The weather, however, was unseasonably warm, and I suppose nowadays many people might have considered this a harbinger of the end of the world, but which I was selfish enough to find rather pleasant. (Not that contemplation of the end of the world is without its pleasures, a truth to which many disaster films attest.) At any rate, it allowed me to sit out for a while in the sun before the final collapse of the ecosphere.