Poor Genevieve is miserable right now, unable to walk as much or as capably as she'd like, and she's letting every drop of her rage out every day. It was surely no coincidence, was it, that last night the thermometer* in her room read "66.6 F."
* We have to keep a thermometer in her room because it has the most wildly varying temperature swings of any room in the house, and she's awfully susceptible to waking up from being either too hot or too cold.