We got a bit of snow last night. Not enough to get out the plow In fact it is already melting.
It was warm enough that the cat wanted to go outside. And then he didn't. And then he did. The whole Door Into Summer that Heinlein wrote about.
It is currently 39° and Rhett has a fur coat so I finally just shut the door behind him and finished my coffee.
I DON'T have a fur coat.
