And it got chilly

It's cold this morning, having dropped to the low 50s last night.  I pulled my houseplants in, so it smells like a greenhouse as I sit at my desk and type.  My office is just about the only place downstairs that gets a decent amount of light.

I didn't get out to the fair last night, and not because of the cold.  I missed the figure-eight demolition race, but that's okay.  I spent the night instead trying to make up a new font for Al for the world book.  I'd really like to have the curses in...