John helped me to figure out how to get the heater up and running over the phone. (He's in Wheaton, having driven out Saturday to help Stephen move. Oh, and yes, the heater is slightly complicated. It's not automatic.) My toes are not going numb as I work and the citrus-crop-killing weather can't have me. I miss John, but now at least I'm not frozen and missing him.
A customer tells me it's unseasonably warm on the East Coast somewhere, up in the 60's.