Bleah, winter!

Well, it's not Montana or the Sierra Nevada or Manitoba, but man it's cold here! Currently 9 degrees (-12 Celsius). This morning the wind-chill was 16 below (-26.6 C). We got--some kind of precipitation last night--sleet, maybe. It didn't look like ice, but it took our dept. chair 40 minutes to thaw enough of it off her car to make it to work. (Okay, I complain about the garage being smack in the middle of the back yard, but it is nice to have a garage to get the van in out of the weather!) They were predicting 3-6 inches of snow overnight, now they're saying 2-4 inches tomorrow afternoon.

Taenzer and Timber, of course, never noticed it. I was standing outside this morning shivering and urging them to hurry up and take care of business, and Timber's standing there on the sidewalk, surveying the neighborhood, snug and warm in that beautiful fur coat of his. And I have to stay out there, or Taenzer gets anxious and comes to stand by the door instead of doing what she's out there to do. Silly dog.

I threw tennis balls for them and asked for tricks tonight, since it was just too freaking cold to go stand outside and watch them run around after work.

I hit a snag with my sweater: I picked up too many stitches around the armhole, so I was getting a huge fat sleeve instead of an elegantly slender one. So--off to the frog pond, as they say on the various knitting lists. I *hate* ripping out! (But I did have fun making the cap, and this will, I hope, give me enough yarn for a 3/4 sleeve.)