Last night and Tuesday night, I slept with the proto-lap-robe* on the bed, and woke up to temps in the low 70’s F (20+ C) on my HVAC thermostat. When it’s 71 F (21.1 C) in my office, which for unknown reasons is the hottest room in the house, that means the weather’s turning a mite cool. I’ve already turned off the floor fans in both the office and the living room. I checked the 10-day forecast and Thursday, Friday and Saturday will have highs in the 80’s (27-30 C), but Sunday the high is predicted to be 66 F (18.8 C) and we’ll have highs in the mid 60’s F to high 70’s F (18.8-26.1 C) after that.
I’ve already started thinking about putting socks on (I don’t wear shoes in the house. When the AC is on, I go barefoot.) I think Sunday, I’m switching from AC to heat in anticipation of that yearly milestone, First Use Heater Stink. Yeah, I know. They’ve already had snow in Colorado, but I remind my readers yet again that the town where I live is at the same latitude as Casablanca, Morocco, and for us, 70 F (21.1 C) is a smidge on the nippy side.
I see by the clock that I need to bag the kitten hat I’m working on and put on some fit-to-be-seen-in-public clothes. My mom’s coming by at 1 p.m. to pick me up and we are going to enjoy one of life’s little luxuries — a pedicure.
In the knitting news, I believe I can eke one more hat out of the Dazzle yarn, and then it’s into the washer with the lot of them to be washed with hair conditioner in the fabric softener hopper of the washing machine. That’s supposed to soften scratchy yarn. We’ll see. Then I’m taking the whole bagful to the cancer center to be donated to those who have lost all their hair because of undergoing 
chemotherapy. 
I finished this Monmouth hat (at left) the other day, and last night I finished this kitten hat (at right), which is the first kitten hat I’ve made that wasn’t pink. I think I will make a pink Coriolis hat next, and maybe a pink Little Twisted Hat as well in honor of Pinktober.
I think I need to bump some priorities. The reader’s shrug for one, for reading in bed — a light one and a heavier one. I was reading in bed the other day, and my arms got downright chilly. Yeah. I know. Life is hard.
*A single-bed size microfleece blanket I’ve been meaning to turn into a lap robe for, literally, years.
The Owl Underground 
Our thermometer has been holding remarkably steady for the last few weeks. Outdoor tmperatures peak at 17°C while indoors we stay at 19° or 20°. It’s rather a cliff-hanger as I expect to wake up any morning now to find ice on the windows.
We don’t turn on the heating until the indoor temperature drops to 17° and then only in bursts.
This month’s special event is the clocks going back an hour in the early morning of October 29th.
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Lucky, lucky you — although “they” are saying we’re about to have a real cold front that may drop our lows into the sixties next week. I can’t wait to be able to open the windows. And I’m glad to have been reminded of the end of daylight saving time: abomination that it is. Pick a time and stick to it, sez me.
I did hear birds singing this morning in a way they haven’t, for weeks. Maybe they’re recovering from the flood, too. The other treat was seeing a big flock of white pelicans high in the sky yesterday. I figured they’d come down with the front, and I hoped they were “ours.” Sure enough, today they were all lined up on their accustomed pilings over at the bay. Fall is a-coming.
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