Brr, eez cheeeellly here. Temps got down to below zero (Fahrenheit, for all you metric monkeys) overnight. Wind chills were nasty. Will be cold for another couple of days. And still John wants to streak. Twice on Saturday he came downstairs with all his clothes in his arms, dumped them at my feet, and ran around laughing.

I'm maybe 3/4 done with the orca puzzle. But, I have the hard parts left. Parts of the sky, where there are no easily identifiable markings to help figure out which piece goes where. And the colors are all some sort of shade of blue, purple, or pink. So, it might take me awhile.

I'm reading Michelangelo and the Pope's Ceiling, by Ross King. Another book I heard about on BookTV. I wish I could go there again, and see the Sistine Chapel after I know a little more about it. It's amazing the Michelangelo did this kind of work in fresco, which is notoriously difficult, and he had hardly done anything in fresco. He was primarily a sculptor.