A cold front moved through last night. It's chilly. It's damp. And it's cloudy. Now, I'm not one for melancholy, but my piggies are crying, "I'm cold!"
(note: Elsie just woke up from her nap and took the hottie away from me. It's on.)
(second note: Lily just got home from her squash lesson, spied the hottie from across the crowded room, and took it. Now it's REALLY on.)