The cold has felt more intense following yesterday's balmy air. The plunge was extreme, and makes me suspect that the brief false spring is coming to an end. Most likely, the prematurely blooming flowers have suffered from the chill tonight. Another such night and they will begin to turn brown. I suppose there's a lesson there, too obvious to be mentioned.
Look! I didn't turn Sluggo off before five o'clock. In fact, I didn't turn him on until after five o'clock, when I woke from the unintended nap. I'll turn him off now, before the sun sneaks its early glow above the horizon. I don't know what's becoming of my schedule. The weather has set a bad example for me, I guess.