Winter has arrived — after a lovely day yesterday — all snowflakes falling gently from a sky out of which no gale-force winds blew (a perennial winter problem here) — this morning dawned frozen and cold. Three below outside. I’m certainly glad I blocked the dog door with that very-swanky piece of styrofoam I cut to fit last winter — because even with the 2-foot square hole in my back door blocked off, it’s chilly in my house this morning.
And poor Jacques, who is staying with me for the week while the MH drives the Famous Author to Arizona, wants to go out for a w-a-l-k. Ain’t going to happen until later. It’s supposed to go up to 20 later today. We’ll go for a walk later. When it’s not so cold. Too cold.