Stef just came home. The 11:22 from Grand Central takes its time getting to New Haven. We are the end of the line.
“Would you take out Roodle?” she asked. Roxie has about a dozen names. Please tell me we’re not alone in this?
Stef was there in a jacket and gloves. I was in my pajamas and slippers. I took Roxie for her walk!
Good God it’s cold. There’s less wind than earlier, but we can’t be any warmer than 15°.
On a night like tonight I like to look up. The air is bone dry. Too much moon tonight. The stars are overpowered.
This is crazily cold. Winter’s just getting going, isn’t it?