It was 3° F when we got up around 5:45 this morning. Effie lost all interest in going out, though she had campaigned very hard and loudly for the venture. By the time it was 8°, she was ready to meet the invigorating day. She did not wish to remain long in its company. She repeated the sequence throughout the morning, even demanding to be let back inside after three or four minutes when the mercury had ascended to reach a temperate 12°.
It’s unlikely to get much warmer today; I’m braced for an afternoon of door duty.