The heat is on (and on, and on)

 

Not ours, but the general idea

Right now it is 27 degrees F outside, which is less than zero in C, and that's COLD, folks.

The fountain in the front garden has been turned off and emptied.  I know not from whence the birds now drink.

The cars will be wet with melted frost in an hour, after the sun gets to 'em (it's not even arisen yet, such its antipathy toward early Sunday mornings).

It is supposed to reach the mid 50s F today.

How's a person supposed to know how to dress? And for that matter, how's a heating system to know when to kick on to fill the gap between what it's like outside and what it's supposed to be like inside?  Answer: by starting up every 45 seconds or so and ticking the heat up a teeny bit, but just a teeny bit, so that the subsequent immediate drop in indoor temps initiates another round of combustion and aeration (or whatever).

It is now 28 degrees outside. Sun came up, is what the taskbar on my computer tells me.  This is  a lie, as where I am it's not scheduled to occur until 7:21, and it's 7:14 as I write this. Nonetheless, Nature's heating cycle will begin anew.

Once it gets to 'sometime' this afternoon, we plan to take the dog to a local park and have a bit of an explore. Only about 25 more degrees to gain before it's reasonable to attempt.

Brrrr.