I should just stop reading the ten-day forecast...

because watching the temperature go sloooowly up to sixty-odd degrees, only to see that the next day's weather is calling for snow, is just making me crazy.

The Things That Live In the Wall (yes, there are now multiples) also seem to be stunned speechless, or at least, a lot less twittery. Or perhaps, just like a character in a horror story, I have misinterpreted the unusal quiet and they are stealthily planning to hack through the wall, but with those little beaks instead of axes. Heeeeeeere's Tweety!