2°C (35.6°F) That’s more like it, with winds 15-20 miles per hour, the wind chill is 25 degrees. Still warmer than normal, but at least we’re getting closer.  

Sid was monopolizing my lap and my arm again, so I’m trying a pillow now to prop up his head. It seems to be working. My lap is warm, and he is comfortable. Symbiosis
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6°C (42.8°F) Abandoned, desolate, isolated snowbanks, caked with dirt and sand.
But they won’t be lonely for long.  

Our smallest, wildest cat, Phoebe, loves to play in the ferns.

They’re a real pain to keep up, misting them almost every day (they’d do better if I did it every day), but now that our lettuce is done (just picked the last leaves yesterday), they are the only fresh greens Phoebe has… so I do it for her.  

17°C (62.6°F) Wow. In spite of a little thunder, we went for a walk around the neighborhood, and got caught in a downpour! As it eased up, we saw a squirrel venturing out from a spruce, tail arched over its head to keep dry.

A warm rain… a little (not too much) violence from nature… invigorating.

Tomorrow we’re supposed to be back in the 30s for highs.  

16°C (60.8°F) Unbelievable
. Over 60 degrees on an early December morning. This is normal for maybe late May, early June. We would have had more fog, only it was too warm
. It got so warm so fast, in fact, that there was condensation on the outside of our house.

Our weather pattern this year feels more like the rainy-season/dry-season I knew in San Diego than the spring-summer-fall-winter I need.