Frost-up-the-glasses morning

You might have noticed that I wear glasses, have worn them for maybe 50 years. Besides correcting my vision, they provide a sign and portent of certain weather conditions. Like on mornings like this, when they frost up immediately when I walk into the convenience store to buy our morning paper. Had to rush to count out the fee while I could still see it. Baby, it's cold outside....

(Objective measurement -- about -5 F with a stiff breeze.)

Funny how you can find encouraging news in the darkest corners. I've had to smile once or twice while reading the tributes to Octavia Butler -- not because of any morbid humor, but because people are describing her as "young" and "vibrant" and "cut off in her prime." We were born in the same year.