Still Winter.

A word of advice: If you should happen to wake up, say, on a Sunday, and go outside and discover that it is not, in fact, 13 degrees any more, but rather 33, or even 34, or 35, do not decide hey! it's warm! and go dogwalking with no jacket out toward a field with no treeline cover and terrific exposure to the westerly wind bringing in all this almost snow.

It's warmer. But it is not, friends and fans of weather, warm.

I will say that the little outside shed heats up much more nicely in the 33 degrees than it does in the 13 degrees. Which is to say, it heats up. Earlier in the week I was wearing all the shirts there are.