Sunshine

And falling temperatures, of course. "They" say we reached our highs for the day at midnight, and it's all downhill from here. With wind. That "Alberta Clipper" I mentioned before.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, The Shrew still hasn't had her chance to shoot someone. Instead, she's dealing with her subconscious and a troublesome dream.

An excessive number of stars

I have this weird habit -- if the weather isn't actively fatal outside, I like to go out and stare at the night sky before heading upstairs to the final email/internet session and bed. Well, temps around 10 F aren't _immediately_ dangerous, so I did my routine, crunching around on the pitiful remnants of snow in the backyard, scaring the neighborhood skunks and staring up. Cold clear air is good for "seeing."

You know, there are a _lot_ of stars out there? Even with city lights around? I find it rather comforting, actually. We can fuck this place up and not affect any of the rest of the universe at all.