The week or so of extreme cold seems to have broken, with warmer temperatures to come starting tonight. For graces received.
Based entirely on the recent weather, there seems to be a certain lack of freshly-shorn lambs hereabouts.
Not that I shirked the wind. Made a point of spending a good amount of time most nights on the quay and piers of the west side, where the winds and temperatures are considerably more adverse. Always interesting to walk out onto the wind-swept pier at midnight, across the frozen parts of the river -- to look out towards the center of the channel to determine which way the tidal estuary was flowing on that night. The whisper of the passing ice.