First snow yesterday.
Don't know if I've mentioned this, but we live in one of the coldest corners of Germany. Other than the actual, you know, Alps? And some godforsaken places way up in the northeast by Poland, where the windswept marshes of Pomerania sink slowly down to the cold, grey Baltic? After those, this is the coldest bit. It's a funny little microclimate that's just, you know, cold. The last snowfall was back in early April, so we're talking around five months of winter here. I'm just saying.
So Carlos was here visiting us. Now you know why he's been so quiet lately. Part of the time he was here here, meaning he was very distracted by little boys. Part of the time he was here in Europe but not with us -- he took a few days to look at art and architecture down in Italy. It was wonderful having him here, and the boys loved him. They used to occasionally pine about "when's Carlos coming back"; I suspect we'll be hearing this again, more, in months to come.