I didn’t see Frog the day after I cleaned the waterfall pools, but I thought I saw a little movement in the plants nearby. I wouldn’t worry just yet.

I had warning that the temperature was going low, because neighbor Joyce mentioned it. She would prefer a warm, sunny day to clean her front porch. I looked at the forecast and pulled the door curtains shut before I went to bed, hoping to keep the house warm without turning on the heat.

An added blanket kept me warm all night, but how cold it seemed when I got up! It’s the first time I ever wished for a sweater to wear to the bathroom. The thought of washing my hands with cold water made me shudder, so I ran the water until it was hot. A sweatshirt would have been welcome when doing stretches and bands. The thermometer told me it was 44F (6.666C) outside and 69F (20.556C) inside. Good grief, Anne! It was often that cool in the house all winter! Get moving!

For the morning walk, I wore a sweatshirt and a windbreaker, shedding only the top layer on the way home. Even keeping the sweatshirt on inside wasn’t enough, because writing does not keep me warm. That’s when it occurred to me that Frog might not be hiding. He might have gone into hibernation!! Brr!