Cold

You know it's been cold when you're thrilled to see the outside thermometer reach 31 degrees for the high of the day.  And that it only got down to 20 degrees overnight.

I'm anxious to be able to breathe air that isn't opaque.

As wonderful as it was to see the sunshine and the flowers last week, it almost made it a teensy more difficult to come home to the murk and hoar frost.

Scheel's needs to take better care of their fudge; it should be fresh and malleable.  Not hockey-puck hard/solid.  

And I think I'd better go to bed, and wake up with a better attitude, or go back to bed until I do.