December 20th. First frost of the season outside.
But still comfortable. High pressure and no wind, no need for the winter duvet, nor for a winter-weight pullover. And the day is dawning bright and clear: in a minute I’ll have to put down the venetian blind to defend against the glare of the sun. And the CRT monitor, which I still have in mind as a potential source of winter warmth in case of cold, remains unused and gathering dust.