It's gotten cold again. That doesn't mean winter is coming back, since it will be warmer again tomorrow, but it does mean that my toes start feeling as though they were going to sleep unless I open the furnace vent under my desk. My fingers get cold whether the vent is open or not. That makes me clumsier than usual at the keyboard. And if the premature buds hadn't been nipped by an earlier cold snap, they'd surely get nipped tonight. If we aren't going to have a proper winter, I wish we could just get on with spring. This endless string of days just chilly enough to prevent me from having the windows open is getting tiresome.
Now I have to stop typing, as I'm going to warm my hands up on a cat.