I probably should have turned the furnace down a little more than I did when I went to bed last night, because it ran almost all night. We didn't get any more snow, but I woke up to an eerie, misty fog. The birdbaths were frozen hard, but I was comfortable and warm in my inefficiently heated house. It was the novelty of actually having a furnace on one of these cold January nights that got the better of me. I can't afford to let it happen often, though, with energy prices so high.
It never warmed up much today, but I got my walk to the post office in this morning. I wished at the time I'd worn something heavier than a sweatshirt, because I could feel the wind whipping through the fabric, and on through my skin, right down to the bones. The day warmed up enough to melt the ice in the eucalyptus trees that overhang my street. As I drove under them, it was suddenly so much like a pelting rainstorm that I had to use the windshield wipers.
Let's have one more cold night and then cancel the rest of winter, shall we? I'm a Californian, and I didn't sign up for ice and snow.