Ah. February. Time for cold, cold wind that cuts through your two layers of wool, your fleece, and leaves your face stinging. The insides of my cheeks were cold when I tested them with my tongue. That, my friends, is cold. Right now, I’m winding down for bed. Catching up on some correspondence. I’m working on a neat project right now, but I don’t think that I’ll share too much about it. I’ll just let it reveal itself in time.