After some recent whoops-a-daisy with the thermometer, we seem to have settled firmly into the cold:

A thin rime of ice in the old watering can – Rime of the Ancient Geranium, perhaps.  In point of fact, the geraniums came in weeks ago, and are still behaving like overly-corseted Victorian ladies: weeping and sighing and coming close to fainting as they wonder how on Earth anyone would be so cruel as to haul them inside into the warm.  Not known for their brains, geraniums.  But pretty when they’re not turning yellow and fussing.

We have today off, in honor of veterans.  John is running up and down ladders, in hopes of finishing the  house project that Will Not End – repainting the master bath.  We’ve been camped out in the guest bath for about a month now, and while I am grateful for the fact that we have a guest bath to camp in, I am well and truly ready for this project to be over.  In a master stroke of poor planning, we had the main mirror in the master bath removed right before the busiest time at work for John – late summer.  So even though we have been able to use the room until very recently, it’s been… challenging.

Such first-world problems I have.  What a brat.

School colleagues are set to come over later today to finalize a project, so I must off.  So odd to have this day in the middle of the week.  But nice.  Thank you, veterans.