Can ya blame the poor ol' man for this? Last night, around 11 at last potty call for the gang, it was 34 degrees and snowing lightly. Not sticking, of course, but still. I apologized to the lemon tree, outside after wintering inside, and pulled the two Martha Washington geraniums off the deck and back into the house.
At 0730, it's 37 degrees, a blistering heatwave after the early morning low of 33 at 0500. Poor Roar - all his winter coat is long gone, and with no women to warm him up, I'm sure he's a tad uncomfortable this morning. But, being a manly guy, he'll just suck it up and go eat something if I know him.