No, it's not a sniffle, it's the weather.

Yesterday the temperature topped at about 56 degrees. It wasn't golf weather but it felt good to go out with a light jacket and face the warming sun.

Today the cold front came through. This one is another Siberian freeze. It is so dry that it is desiccating. There is not enough moisture in the air to make a blended margarita. You could freeze to death but it would mummify you first.

It snowed earlier when the temperature was still collapsing. The snow didn't melt, it evaporated.

When it is this cold it stops snowing. There isn't enough moisture in the air, so it turns back to vapor before it ever hits the lower atmosphere.

This is the kind of cold you find at very high altitudes. Mountain climbers know it well.

Because February has 29 days, tomorrow will be a month before Saint Patrick's Day. I predict that the weather will be warming by then. If not, I promise to employ the traditional antifreeze method to make sure it is a warm night. I also promise to not drive my automobile. I never drive on amateur night.

One more amusement: Beside me are three full grown cats sleeping in the same laundry basket. The basket is about twenty-eight inches long by sixteen inches wide. It is impossible to photograph them because they stand or move every time I get the camera ready. Try to imagine it.