While taking the dogs out for their walk the other night, I glanced at the thermometer, to gauge what how many layers to put on. Outside, I told Skippy “At least it’s warm tonight, I don’t have to wear a hat!”

The thermometer read 35°F.

Back in Indiana, near-freezing temperatures meant at least a couple of layers and a coat. When I was going outside only a couple of times a day for as long as it took to get to work, 35 seemed pretty cold. Now, I spend 3-4 hours outside a day, and temperatures for the past 3 weeks have mostly hovered in the mid to upper 20′s. So no wonder I can go outside at 35° in just some sweatpants and a sweatshirt (my “cabinwear” most of the time), and feel like it’s a heat wave. I can only assume that, as the winter progresses, I will be frolicking in the snow wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs and a scarf.

To remove that mental image, here are a couple of shots I didn’t post from the sunrise the other morning.