Cold

There was a frost last night, for the first time this winter. Even down here in the valley, windshields were scraped this morning - but not all of them. I was amused to note a correlation between the quality of the car and the need to scrape its windshield: cars in the Mercedes/Volvo/BMW class were befrosted, the cheap seats were not.

I sat here this morning reading blogs and answering e-mail, and shivering. I was wearing a neckwrapper over a sweater over a longsleeved shirt over a t-shirt, and I was still cold. "It must be miserable outside," I thought. Until it occurred to me just now, on the way to refill my coffee cup, to examine the thermostat. Gentle reader, it was set at 16°. Duh. No wonder I'm cold. Clearly I nudged it down twice last night, and nudged it up once this morning - without actually reading the display.

Another problem successfully solved, I'm on a roll. Now if I can just stop my database from crashing...