Is this really necessary?

It’s four today as I toddle off to work and crank up the space heater. Four, as in the number of fish I have in my office, the number of gargoyles tucked in secret places, and the number of sharpened pencils I have in my cup. I generally like the number four, but in this case, I don’t think four is a good number to be hanging about on my thermometer outside my window.

Oh, but now it’s five. The trend is good.