It's 10 AM and there is still frost on the dock... there's no getting past it. Winter's coming. I find in the morning that the heat pump runs nearly continuously, extracting heat from the water Eolian floats in to replace that which is leaking away from her exposed exterior surfaces, radiating off into space on these cold, clear nites.
Snow can't be far behind, and in fact would be welcome because the clouds would block the pitiless cold of space.
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