It's in the mid 40's as I type this. Every autumn I'm surprised at the abrupt drop in the temperature. We're still painting the house and the rains have come. Luckily, we've covered most of the exposed wood.
In writing news I think I wrote about 300 words -- some of it was unplaced snips that needed connective plot and some of it was brand new. I'll need to sit down and go over the story to make sure the dialog isn't too melodramatic and Serves The Plot.
This weekend is a scraping weekend, so it looks like I'll have to finish this story by next Friday instead of by this Tuesday as I'd hoped; I've decided to go to the Wordos table the first and last Tuesdays of the month, and use the other Tuesdays for large chunks of writing (and mailing finished stories to varous markets).