Cold Socks, Warm Fire

It was something like 80 degrees here earlier this week. As I’m writing this, it’s now 44 degrees outside. Apparently autumn occurred sometime between the hours of 2 and 5 AM the other day, and now it’s just going to start being winter. Ain’t climate change grand?

I do prefer being cold to hot, though, this this weekend’s turn of climatological events is still in my favor. Case in point, it’s perfectly reasonable to have a fire when it’s below 40, so that’s just what we did. And now I’m roasting today’s drumstick anklets — which, by the way, weren’t quite the best choice for a delightfully cool Saturday afternoon — by the fireplace, enjoying the fact that it’s not 80 degrees outside.

Yeah, I’ll take that without a single complaint, every time.