Trekhprudny Lane

Overambitious with our plans, we spent too long in the freezing cold today, and Lula is sick tonight, with a high fever and no appetite. Doctor says it's the common cold, but there ought to be a weightier name for it, because I've never seen her so listless, just absent, not herself. 

At home there is tremendous hype around every severe dip in temperatures, it's news, and so one knows to be ready -- it's anticlimactic, even, when the snow hits or the freeze comes. No such fanfare here, and so, it's happened several times that after an hour without gloves, I begin to think, Gosh, it's pretty cold today, and I find out later the high was something like eleven degrees F.