Fleece is appropriate morning, noon, and night.
The girls mistake the frosted grass outside for snow.
The centipedes come inside every night, to my disgusted chagrin.
Parents worry about the inevitable start of the cold-weather illnesses.
Minnesota Public Radio reports windchills.
Hot coffee is the only realistic option.
The college girls are wearing their Uggs again.
The winter-fearing are grumbling about the snow.
Hardware stores are selling snow shovels and de-icing salt.
I have stopped leaving my bike helmet and shoes in the garage overnight, switched from biking gloves to mittens, and added an earband to the commuting clothing.
And yet! It’s currently a lovely sunny 52 degrees outside, and it’s supposed to be 63 on Saturday. You’re already switching exclusively to hot coffee? It’s not THAT cold yet, wimpy!
If a man’s blog is his castle, his coffee cup is his moat. I like my moat just off the boil.