Stinging wind. Bright sun, so actually rather pleasant in a sheltered location. But dog walks another thing, and truncated by me, not Pax, who just seems to get bouncy and springy when it's really cold.

Had to re-tank-up on spring water—for coffee and homemade seltzer and sourdough starter. And of course, the flowing well never stops flowing no matter what the weather. What a great resource—right out of the Kettle Moraine, and probably just melted glacier, thought it's hard to imagine anything melting today.