We Succumbed

I guess I can proclaim that pre-winter hath arrived, for we turned the furnace on last night. The house was down to 16.5°C (62°F) when we got home late afternoon, and with the forecast taking us down to nearly freezing, we threw in the metaphorical towel. One hates to give in too soon because winter, which in essence I actually don't mind, hangs around so long. Soon though, I'll start looking forward to Christmas and family reunions, and that's good.