It’s winter here, at least for local values of “winter”. High temperatures in the low sixties isn’t bad, but overnight lows in the low forties is a bit cooler than I like. And for natives, it’s downright frigid.

That means Sachiko is spending an unusual amount of time curled up in bed.

Which is not to say that she’s asleep. The Skittercritter is still young enough that she hasn’t quite mastered the fine art of sleeping soundly.

Any little noise–such as a finger tapping a phone’s onscreen camera button–will bring her to full alertness.

“Oh, dere you iz. Make wif da heats. I fweezing.”

“It’s sixty-eight in here.”

“Kelbin?”

“Right. Fine. I’ll turn it up a little.”  I figure any sign of science literacy should be rewarded.