Nope, still cold.

Call me a wuss.
100km/hr winds tonight.
Ditching the run.
For starters I'd go nowhere.
And, more to the point, I really don't want a tree to fall on my head as I run round the Tan...

Grain-a-rific shot tonight, I'm afraid.
My blistered, taped and nail-polished feet.
Ostensibly black and white, but there seems to be some unanticipated green in there...