I realize winter doesn't officially start for about a month, but as far as I'm concerned it's close enough for jazz. There was frost on the grass this morning and it snowed a bit Sunday night--early winter, but winter nonetheless. Time to hunker down and make soup, says me.
I was quite glad to have a pair of earmuffs on my way in, though the design, which is a kind of wrap-the-back-of-the-head affair, is not one I'd want to wear for more than half an hour at a time. I am pleased to report that wearing a pair of heavy sweat pants over my work pants keeps my legs quite comfortable. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to keep biking, though, if the weather keeps being so dang seasonal...