My windows are none too weather-tight. One windowsill clocked in at 54 degrees, another at 65. I rearranged the orchids accordingly, clustering them on the two warmer windows for the next day or two. Survival gardening.
One of the Asylum dogs took one look outside and declared it too chilly to participate.
I recently discovered an advantage to being old: you don’t have to get new books. You can just reread the old ones, and they’re practically brand new. I have a couple thousand Kindle and audiobooks, so I believe I am set for the foreseeable future.
This isn’t just me. Everyone at breakfast agreed—old books are new again.