Very heavy frost this morning, almost looked like a light snow on the grass, and it was brilliant in the sunlight. My wife was grumbling about scraping her windshield; I may have felt smug, but I had the sense to keep quiet. I might end up having to move the bikes onto the porch and sleeping with them so she could park the car in the garage.

I think I had to scrape almost a dozen times last winter. I had to scrape twice last week while out of town, and then Friday when I got home. Does that mean winter's a quarter over already?