For the lowest temperature in the state, in something like over a century. And we did it right here where I live. Now that is unusual. 9 F. Nine I believe is supposed to be the number of change, so perhaps that is an indication that what has been, will no longer be, and what has never been, may become commonplace.
In any case, work, art, and plotting for the next grand adventure, continues. And of course preparations for the whole Yule season, for as we know, the lead times on things like cards and calendars is months, and you have to think well into the future if you are to keep up with the now. All sort of weebly wobbly I suppose.
I shall now go make some fresh bread, and consider what sort of jam I want with it.