Cold.

September 23, Richton Park.

It's turned downright cold in a week, bringing us into winter rather brutally.  Yesterday it went down to freezing and the generator was left on all night.
Dylan and I have been sick for what seems like a long time, long before the cold assault, and we have been blowing our noses with such dreadful regularity that boxes of tissues are gone in a couple of days.  Dylan has now started to cough as well, so I have had to brush up on the asthma fighting protocol; funny how you forget in a few short, wonderfully warm and asthma-free summer months.