Standing on the porch, I heard what I thought to be deer hooves approaching. The sound passed up the block, but seemed too soft. Then I heard voices. The deer were Speaking! But no, it was a pair of early runners out in the icy dark of six o'clock. They carried no lights. Either they had very good night vision, or they were very sure of their route.
The weather box on my Lycos page said that Los Angeles would be colder than San Francisco tonight, and only six degrees warmer than here. Strange year.
Six blankets, for the first time this year.