All trace of Monday's mildness has vanished. A layer of cold air now skulks along the floor when the heater cycles off, causing my feet to complain about not being allowed up on the chair with the rest of me. I can't use the keyboard when my feet are up. My legs don't fit under the desk when they are bent that way. The feet will have to get along as best they are able.
I might give them a break now and then during the coming cold months, by letting them recline on the couch while I watch something on television. TCM is showing a lot of Hitchcock movies this week. If the feet are patient, they might get a nice long nap while I watch "The Birds."
These are awfully short paragraphs, but then I've been awfully short of sleep for the last few days, and paragraphs, as everyone knows, are closely related to sleep. I'll try to do something about that. With luck, by tonight my paragraphs will be getting longer once again.