The weather is turning cooler: I head out for an evening walk with the dog wearing a jacket and sweat pants, covering my bald head with some cap or other. In the morning, we crank our cars a few minutes before leaving so that they’re warm when we begin our journeys.

Later this week, it’s supposed to drop into the upper twenties; next week, it’s supposed to get into the lower twenties. It will only stay that way for a few days at most, though: we’re likely to get back into the sixties for a few days at some point before Christmas.

Which is to say that, no matter the date, we’ll not likely have any winter walks as we did twenty years ago.