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Cold – I took the hounds for a walk this morning – frost.
Not ground frost fortunately.
It wasn’t supposed to get that cool.
We frost/cold protected all the plants through the winter, losing them on April 15th will make me most unhappy.

Good news though, Tax Day is delayed!
Bad news. Do I have to tell you the bad news?

It’s an absurd 3.5 degrees; 39 degrees in Freedom Units outside this morning. Inside our little house it is a lovely 22 Communist degrees, or a comfy 72 degrees in actuality. I had no idea that it was the slightest bit cool outside when I awoke and stumbled out to the kitchen in my jammies for coffee.

Having lived in Japan in a little apartment with only a kerosene heater for warmth (we used to play ‘Paper/Scissors/Stone’ to see who would get out of bed to light it*) I still get a genuine thrill out of Central Heating every time I think about it on a cold day.

My fat little spoiled cat who has never been outside has no idea what life of luxury he leads…

*Yeah, a English Gentleman®️ would get out of bed every morning without a quibble and light the stove for his Lady, but any Good Japanese Wife®️would get out of bed and light the stove for her husband. So…….

“Cold”? What’s “cold”?

At 9:30 EDT it’s 81°F (27°C) here in Sarasota County FL. The temperature might drop a few degrees when some thunderstorms run through in an hour or two.

I have very pleasant memories of drive-in theaters back in the 1960s. Explanation prevented by sense of decorum.

Edit: yes I realize that I have a typo in my comment above: even in the Colonies we are educated enough to know that “a English Gentleman” is incorrect. My School Marm would be right angry if I left that unrepaired even if’n it’s too late to use the Edit button. So please insert this here correction into the sentence above whens you read it.

“Anne, English Gentleman…”

If the law supposes that,” said Mr. Bumble, squeezing his hat emphatically in both hands, “the law is a ass — a idiot.”

— Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

@Some Vegetable — It was good enough for Mr. Dickens…

Some Veg – as a wee Yankee visiting my GP’s in far northeastern Maine (just a bit south of ‘Callis’) it was my thrilling pleasure each morning to roll out of bed and rush down to the wood shed to grab some cedar shake kindling and split wood to start the morning fire to warm the house.
As I recall, that was most mornings, winter, spring and fall.

Because….I was allowed to play with FIRE!!!!!!! and it was okay!

In the process I became a fair hand at getting a fire lit, which has proved useful over the years. I still like rolling out of bed and getting a fire lit almost as much as I like laying there in a freezingass cold room snuggled under the blankets. You can imagine what our electric bill looks like in a Texas July as a result.

Stoaty—previously, you were resistant to male chickens mixed in with your girls. How has this worked out, and has your opinion changed? I ask because JavaMan and I are looking at a small house on 2.5 acres of land, which means room for chickens.

Stoaty: Moar pitchers of Chel and Spoon please, they make me laugh.

@Durned…same here, now I use a propane torch, man if I could have laid hands on one of those babies when I was ten years old!

Yes, but do you have the right vehicle for a drive-in theatre? My old ranch truck is perfect for it. It’s got the bench seat so the wife can slide on over next to me. The only problem is she won’t be caught dead in it. “It smells like wet dog and horses in this thing, and it would be nice if it had A/C.” Hey, it’s got windows that crank down.

It’s nice to see you’re still up and posting during the apocalypse.