Air temperature 3 F, dew point 0, calm, scattered clouds. Still watching out for rough beasts.
K. C. the orange-cat wished to complain about various things. I am sure one of them was our faulty control of the weather, with nasty cold stuff under his sacred paws. I suggested he could go back inside . . .
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