What Do You Know...

A couple of days this week, the temperature was perilously to 80.  Eighty, as in, t-shirts without jackets to walk Tap.  Just a couple of minutes ago, I saw this:

The old saw "If you don't like the weather in [wherever], just wait..." sets my teeth on edge, but I can hear people saying that about this.  All I can hope for is that there will be snow.  Here.  Right here where I live.

I've been trying to knit and cross-stitch a little every day, first to feel productive, second to possibly make a difference in how my fingers feel.  First, I have made a tiny bit of progress, second, my fingers feel worse.  There's just lots of shrugging on my end at this point.